Paradise

The lands of paradise got shaded Colourful floral hues spread far and wide Fell graciously fast And withered back to the ground to hide For the cold season will soon be marching in After the dawn of autumn escaping

Brown orbs stare at the ceiling Flashbacks of history soaring through her eyes Folk with streams on their cheeks, stayed to watch Their fellow kin slowly wilting and she said, 'don't cry'

They were never ready for this season To be so harsh to their tender hearts Hearts that has to learn to let go To fly and leave what needs to be left behind

That's where flowers grow Rebirth dominant and life goes on Beautifully like how the sun bids the day Farwell