Angels Dancing On Clouds

Working mowing a meadow there was very faint singing from very far away, It sounded like a group of angels singing and ringing sweet and clear, I must be a choir singing outside of the church just outside the town, So sitting down I took a break and enjoy the voices carried on the wind. The voices floated into the meadow it blew, rustling grass and flowers, Then the flowers swayed and they began to dance in the heavenly tunes, The songs became louder and more clear and I could make out some words, Voices drifting up high to heaven passing fluffy clouds into blue sky. My meadow came alive and the smell of my sweet cut grass made me giddy, Have I died gone up to heaven nobody would have noticed any difference, All the wild birds stood in silence even they could not sing any sweeter, Sitting in the warm cloudy sunshine angels in heaven dancing on clouds.