How blessed we are,
We cannot know,
To be the children
Of a harmonious
Heavenly union
With parents
That embrace-
Sing songs,
Dance,
And gaze
Creating in love
In their home up above:
Flowers and sunsets;
And the idea of romance
Crafting clouds
Forging falls
That join Their rivers
Exquisitely executing
So that all They deliver
May be-
The ultimate expression of love
Do we know to be thankful
For something so constant?
Do we take for granted
Their love and Their attachment?
They care for us
For we are the product
Of Their love
How blessed we are,
We cannot know,
To be the children
Of a harmonious
Heavenly union
To witness the love notes
Penned in purples and blues
Oranges, reds,
In all of their hues
While the skies
Storm in emotional declaration;
A mere mortal glimpse
At divine flirtation-
An ever-growing adoration
Is their harmonious
Heavenly union
by Ashley Workman
