Cloud Of Mercy Poem by Letter From My Mother's Womb

Cloud of mercy

Heavenly gates do open
like a flood
that showers our prayers with lot's
of blessings,
As rainy fortunes do fall
unto our destiny
and showers our faces
with smiles,
As a rose planted in the garden
field, it's branches never wither.

Birds andbutterflies do fly
free with bright colors,
Like the morning summer,
birds do sing
to a summer's day,
It's the world of happiness
that can be searched on earth
like a hidden treasure.

The sky looks the holiday summer,
As the temperature
taste like the morning golden sunshine,
Birds still sing, and whistle
to each and every tree.


Author: Lyricist

Date: October 2019