Myanmar
Walking tip toe through the forest,
Leafy as the foliage green,
Is an Angel in the making,
Looking for a place to glean
The essence of a new horizon,
To impart of nature fair,
A loving touch, to reinvent
The truth thus everywhere,
And, dainty as the wings do fly,
And take to clouds above,
A mountain peak, providing ample
View, from which to pitch from glove
The ball of life to spread the word,
Of all that is in store,
To know that we are saved again,
And will be One forever more.
The author is not affiliated with any political or religious organisation. Where the work makes reference to God, Lord, Christ or Saviour, for example, substitution for the reader’s preferred spiritual nomenclature is welcomed and encouraged.