This poem is amazing! Tousche!

And thanks for the review! =)

I adore this, the personification in particular. Powerful and gorgeous!

~Anna~ ^_^

Wow that is a beautiful poem! Great message/concept. I love your images and the tone throughout as well.


I would love opinions on my work from a talented writer like yourself. It would really mean a lot.

All trees get to dance.


It is the hope of Faith that there is eternal life and the goal of Science to make it so. And time/space curves due to General Relativity which has been proven. So what we achieve in the future already exists.

We build Heaven John's Cube (Revelation chapters 21 and 22) just as we build the sub Nautilus, the Moon ship Columbia and the International Space Station, just as there are robots rolling around on Mars and vacuuming carpets on Earth, just as there are cell phones and communication satellites, and for the same reason, because we want to. Christ has His Kingdom. The Galilee Carpenter is Lord because we want Him to be and He wanted the position. No other reason is necessary,

We are the Body of Christ (1 Corinthians 12:27) and all Carpenters use their bodies to build things.

If willow trees didn't go to Heaven for some of us it would not BE Heaven.

So Trees get to dance and Whales get to fly

And not a Sparrow falls apart from the Father and we know now Dinos are really big Birds, so Heaven is the real Jurassic Park.

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Ha ha! Very ver clever! Absolutely wonderful. I don't know about you, but I see a heartwarming picture book in this. "Never let your dreams die with you", I suppose is what I get from this. Excellent ending, excellent poem. Peace

Love it! Actually made some hairs stick on end... and you know thats quite an achievement :) Poor willow! I demand more like this!! :) One teensy weensy criticism... "Wishing he had feet to dance, wishing well his sake." ... the sake part doesnt quite work... (Now remember, I AM your friend! Love me still :D)

Great poem, a very very original story. Good use of repetition of rhymes again.

THAT MADE ME CRY!
Actually CRY!