Naked in the flower fields.

Near the end of the world,
When all the life felt sacred;
When all the clothes were gone,
And every being sacred;
The people walked together
In fields of flowers, naked;
And all their spirits shon
A heaven they had maked;
Through waving arms and hands
Where breeze that loveth wished;
Deep within the Lords warmth
Everyone was remembered;
They heard their loved ones calls
That noone shall be missed;
For found was the pure family
Creator voice had callethed.
And gently did they sway
Opened feelings had graced.
No longer they felt cold
as the sun was brightened.