A part of Heaven ...

Smell of red roses, beauty of the green tree
In a pretty garden, a brown plumy lark i see
Eggs and Nest i leered, children near her breast
Were resting there care free

Round rosy Apples rich and proud,
Slept in a misty shroud
Those soft plush peaches hanging tall above all,
My eyes shone bright, as I waited for them to fall

The mist in the crispy morning light, was a picture unbelievable but true
Translucent surroundings but still so bright, shined in a foggy hue