Paradise: An Escape
Author: Miztrebor


In the valley, shots are fired.
Repeatedly shots are heard,
But this is from a distance.
I am up here all alone
With a pen and pad, in the Summit.

To the right a line of shadow.
Some trees red in the setting sky light,
While others now are cold and dark;
But they are of beauty all the same.

You can hear the birds behind
In the wooded lands up higher.
And see the insects crawling,
Climbing the grasses and my feet.

I am here in the middle.
A man in nature,
In the midst of natural beauty.
Even the clouds make me smile,
As well, the crickets and bees;
The true musicians of the world.

It has been awhile,
Since i have met up with this place.
It's a little overgrown
But it's still all mine.
Paradise, above all.
Still my citadel,
Even though i have fell my walls.


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