Indigo Stole

I looked at the heaven above,

And I saw an indigo stole.

Even with five rhinestones missing,

Threads hanging loose,

And small rips here and there,

It was the prettiest stole

I had ever seen.

A thunder strikes.

The pretty stole begins to descend,

Descend on me...

To keep me warm till eternity.

LIFE AS IT IS