What is heaven

What is heaven, while we wonder birds flying afar, farther to the horizon when the sun sets down what is heaven, As it rains and it pours as the white winded clouds sink to an end, vanishing into a thousand shades Painted over lakes, in the shrunken grassy glades What is heaven, whispering tales of sorrow, and further glimmers of hope stories that suffer the cruelty of time Yet, rule gently over long casted thrones What is love, if not the slivers of smiles and shedded tears in love, the heartiest souls, and the humble grounds of care the lost goodbyes and the lost wounds one had to patch and wear