the sun rising now through the trees,
we are this close to heaven, you and I.
the green leaves are brilliant yellow
reflecting for this moment
the gifts of light and grace of the morning.
if you look too high, too directly at the sun
the trees become black in silhouette,
losing who they are.
best to keep our eyes averted, if only a bit
when this close to heaven.
Audio: https://soundcloud.com/mbonica/when-this-close-to-heaven
