i. Oh Little Heaven

Oh Little Heaven, Here’s the message

We found a land of love, midst the worn down dystopian desert.

The Land of Hardworking men, The Land of loyal people

No wonder, it’s the land of the saline princess Lavaana in her teen.

The name must be on history, for being an angel in deeds and words

Seeking peace and hating greed, must be a goddess.

Birds chirping in agreement to her laughs,

Winds yearning to caress her fairy brown hair, hip long.

 

Oh Little Heaven, sometimes she joins the reapers in harvest,

More pretty on farmers cloths looking prettier, the charm still on.

 

Oh Little Heaven, Oh Little heaven we’re enlightened to deliver the message

The tiny angels flew up the sky, singing.