Winter

In Heaven, angels play

With clouds

Little white, pure, puffs

Of clouds

Sometimes they get bored

Playing only 

In Heaven

They get bored

Angels peek and see

And find Earth

They look there

For clouds to play with

They find none,

No clouds

No pure, white, puffs

Of clouds

So they take some

From Heaven

And throw down

Pieces of clouds

The clouds soon cover

all the Earth

The white, pure, puffs

of clouds

The Angels sing and rejoice

For now they have made 

A little patch of Heaven

On Earth

But as they spread their wings

to descend down

down to the cloud covered

Earth

They see tiny humans

Dressed in different colors

Red, blue, yellow

Covered from head to toe

They see them dancing, smiling

Jumping, laughing, screaming

Sticking their tongues out

Stretching their tiny arms out

Trying to catch

Trying to eat

The little clouds

From Heaven

The Angels stop and stare

And they too smile.

They look at each other

And whisper these words

No need for us

To fly down

For we need not

A second Heaven

Let the little ones

See, taste, feel,

But above all, love

Our little patch of Heaven