Visions Of Our Paradise Poem by David Harris

Each of us have a different vision
of what our paradise would look like.
Somewhere the world does not intrude,
where we can become one with nature.

The lapping waters of a stream
surrounded by fields and trees
with mountains reaching heavenward
across the distant background.

The sun’s warm breath
surrounding us wherever we are
as the birds soar on wing
against a blue cloudless sky.

No electrical equipment,
telephones, television, computers
to break the peace and quiet
that serenity confines us in.




24 September 2015