This is a poem that I made up myself.
I see fluffy marshmallows hanging from above
With the doors of heaven opening from the hands of God's son
Feeling the cold air shooting through my skin
Like bullets racing past a tree that is thin
Sitting on seats that are as blue as the sea
Watching the grass roaming lightly with freedom
Thousands of trees standing in a line
From where they can see the bright sun shine
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