Home At Last

by John Quealy


The trees were blowing in the gentle breeze.
The sun was shining thru the leaves on the trees.
The meadows are green and the grass grows tall
Off in the distance you can see a waterfall.

Over the falls down through the creek
The water flows gently as a rabbit sneaks a peek.
Far up above in the deep blue sky
The birds soar high as they fly by.

The animals play at the bridge by the waterfall,
Chasing each other and just having a ball.
They play all day from morning to night.
There's no more rain, just warm sunlight.

Off in the distance the trumpets would blow.
All would look up and notice a bright glow.
The harps would play and the angels would sing
As another pet has come home, who had earned his wings.


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Last modified: 1-1-2000

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