The forest beckons with verdant sprigs,

Adorning the trees with blooms abundant,

To soothe and nurture a peace exuberant,

Under the overarching, overladen twigs!

Behold I spy, hidden in  the emerald twigs,

Love birds, singing  a melody joyful,  luxuriant

A song, deep from their heart benevolent,

Of the world’s judging, they  care not a fig!

For when its Judgement time

From Heaven shall appear angels

To take them forthwith and forever

As bells on  the path shall chime

To the house Divine and palatial,

As eternal peace and love they shall devour!