Heaven. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

I heard of a world of wonder
Where love is grown tender
In hearts with true feelings cast
And where souls are never lost.
Where beings are all fine and fair
Breathing pure ethereal air.
Where daffodils thrive aplenty
And birds sing in ones and twenty.
No harm was ever never done
To humans nor to animals none.
Children could play merry and run
In fields green, soft breeze and sun.
Food and drink in profuse provided
So light, so sweet, a delice plainly lauded.
Down here, this, Heaven we commonly call:
We long for it, hope for it, cherish and desire;
But did Man ever think we could somehow
Have our heaven on earth here and now?