Paradise Lost

Paradise was lost long before our time, yet I cannot help but be fascinated with it. Sometimes I play the events over in my mind. This poem is part of that movie in my head.

Paradise:
beauty unimaginable.

Flowers
all colors
all combinations
deep green leaves
dancing in the breezes
dew drops sleeping
in the cradle of roses
rocked by breezes
to the mockingbird’s song.

Rivers ran clean
swarming with fish
of all kinds.

Tall, mighty trees
home for birds
in harmony they dwelt
symphony unmatched....