When I think of heaven 

I smell the ocean the salt tickling myn nose

The sand stuck between my toes

When I think of heaven 

I see my little angle running threw 

The pure green grass 

Her shinny black curls flowing in 

the wind her blue eyes glistening 

In the sun, her laugh warming my soul 

When I think of heaven 

I feel the warmth of a bath,

I taste bitterness of an old crisp red wine

The comfort of a holiday fire under the 

reith 

When I think of heaven 

I hear the sounds of summer 

Motors running, music playing,children

Laughing glasses clinking 

When I think of heaven 

It's stops me from thinking of death 

Heaven is not at the end 

Heaven is your own perceptions of

Happiness