Happy in Heaven
An allegiance to myself I did swear;
In my educated mind will search everywhere
To find a poem which will always please
About a breeze blowing through the trees.
Poem will be pure, simple and very plain;
To understand, should not have to strain
And can read without effort what I write;
Serenity should feel both day and night.
Calmness will completely come over you
And all nice people who you once knew
But still do love and always adore
Are now happy in heaven for evermore.
Jim Horn email@example.com