Paradise Not Lost Poem by Rod Morris

Rolling hills the roiling sea, the shadow cast by mighty tree.
Solid grip of work worn hand, pleasure felt on sunburned sand.
Melodic ring of bellbird song, feeling here's where you belong.
Visions of a lake serene, a morning mist of ghostly steam.
Blue sky daubed by snowy cloud, mountain cloaked in misty shroud
Flashing lightning brightening night, crashing thunder; giving fright.
Whispering water gurgling stream, eyes closed softly dream a dream.
An exquisite land in many ways, to reminisce on bygone days.
Blessed are we to be a part, of something with such wondrous heart.