a painting of a path through a forest with trees and flowers

In the whispering grass where the wildflowers bloom,Heaven is under our feet, dispelling all gloom.A tapestry woven of earth’s gentle hand,Where each fragile petal and stone takes its stand.Look close as you stroll through the soft, sun-drenched glade,Feel the pulse of creation, the life it has made.In the roots of the trees and the hum of the breeze,Heaven lies waiting, our hearts to appease.And high in the heavens, where stardust ignites,The cosmos sings softly in shimmering nights.With each twinkling star, dreams dance through the air,Reminding us always, we’re loved everywhere.So we wander the paths where the earth meets the sky,With the angels beside us, we learn how to fly.In the depths of the soil, the vastness we tread,Heaven is under our feet as well as overhead.It’s the quiet of moments, the laughter we share,The love that surrounds us, the breath of fresh air.In the simple and sacred, we find the divine,Heaven is all around us, a celestial sign.So let us embrace both the soil and the stars,Celebrat