The poet went searching for paradise,
She could feel it in her heart,
She could not see it with her eyes,
She felt depressed and she sighed.
The winds long to play with your hair,
The earth waits to feel the touch of your feet.
We do feel so alive and so free in the breeze,
As we walk on fresh earth with our bare feet.
To understand life and all it holds,
We need to look into the eyes of nature.
It is there that we will find the greatest secrets,
That we can cherish in our hearts to nurture.
Nothing in creation is perfect,
Not the bent tree or the broken mountain,
Yet, there is perfection in all we see,
From the valleys, and the trees to the open sea.
Are you searching for paradise,
That dream world where everything is bright?
Paradise is present all around you,
You are living and loving in it, it is true.