Beyond the misty veil of clouds,
There lies a gate that's said to be,
The entrance to a world so grand,
A place of pure serenity.

The gate is made of solid gold,
With diamonds sparkling bright,
The handle made of precious gems,
A mesmerizing sight.

It's said that only the pure of heart,
Can pass through this gate so fair,
For only they can understand,
The beauty that lies there.

Beyond the gate, there are no tears,
No pain, no sorrow, no fears,
Only love, and peace, and joy,
And happiness that lasts for years.

So if you seek this wondrous place,
Be sure your heart is pure and true,
For only then will the gate open wide,
And welcome you to all that's new.
© Biran