Wings

At the sight of the feathery wings

My heart begins to sing

They are so soft and fluffy

Like that of a dove so merrily.

 

Just look at how beautiful they are

Shining ever so bright like a star

See how they fly so high

Leaving their majestic feathers of white.

How I wish to be in the clouds

Wearing that gold, pearl, silvery crown

Playing a tune on my golden harp

Or maybe on a piano.

Look at them wearing a beautiful dress

Having fun in the land of paradise

Worshipping the one who sits on the throne

Living in the peaceful realms of heaven.