A CHERUB'S FESTIVAL

One glorious Sunday afternoon

I walked through a field of vanilla

so sweet to my senses

as I was humming a heavenly tune.

So I laid beside a flowing brook

and dreamt of angels in the clouds

so peaceful to my soul

as I opened my eyes, to the sky I looked.

A rainbow of colors so bright and gay

appeared all of a sudden up there

so vividly to my eyes

as I stood up and jumped to catch a ray.

I felt as I was in the clouds so high

where a cherub festival was played

so joyful to my mind

as I learned in my dream to fly.

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