What Does Heaven Look Like?

A poem I once wrote (actually, I didn’t write) perhaps creates an image of a typhoon merged with the rain forrest at tranquil’s time?  And maybe it could be painted on canvas someday?  While Bob the Toucan knows about the rainbow, yet King David’s dream of Willy Wonka land forever.

So all of your fantasies will be transfixed, and your lazy arse boyfriend can get out and admire something else magnificent.

While I want to take a ride on a flying unicorn, but at last there is British Airways.