Pure Heaven, Pure Bliss Poem by Maria Teresa Trinidad

went for a walk and met myself.

Strolling on a grassy field.

Nearby is a small stream.

I remember catching tiny frogs there,

after a downpour.

A smiling rainbow

would show itself, shyly.

My small feet would run on the green carpet,

Untiringly chasing butterflies.

I flew my own home-made kites here.

It soared the clear blue sky.

I'd soak myself in the warmth of the morning sun.

Basking in the lovely sunlight,

I would lie on soft grass

and smell brown earth underneath.

My final resting place.