Paradise can be anywhere.
It can be in a land where a droplet of water falls,
quenching the thirst of a dying flower.
A fine spring that's enough for all.
Paradise can be anywhere,
Where there's a tree growing below the raging sun,
shading a life before its radiance.
As a Saviour, it stands like shield
in this apparently barren field.
Paradise can be anywhere.
Where there's a flower blooming so fine,
painting a life in the deserted land.
And for the simplest, smallest mind,
a flower's blooming might be the Paradise sign.
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