Blue skies floating freely down,
Comes a snow white dove above city town;
A few white clouds of beauty be,
The snow white dove comes down to me.
It was as if in an ageless time,
As if the dove could float and rhyme;
Is fall was lightly and gentle of love,
To see of soaring and come down from above.
A seagull and person tried to takes its place,
But a dove was God's love and grave;
As beautiful as only a dove could be,
A life so sweet and perfect to see.
And when in time this did take place,
Where leaves and grass met time and space;
When beauty bare became the word,
An olive leaf off in the heavenly world.
And through the years and ages blessed,
The softness of the dove not stressed;
For imagining the years as hands of time,
The dove came to rest within this rhyme.
And beauty was and beauty will be,
As soft and kind as a dove can be;
So when we are greeted in all his majesty,
We'll live our lives as a done not a tragedy.
Signed,
In the park
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