I remember Paradise

Mountain air, so cool and misty

The mild warm sun on my neck

Every breath, you were breathing in a cloud

A cloud is like a fragment of Heaven.

I remember the dusty roads and the grassy fields

And all the warm, inviting, smiling faces

I remember wildflowers and barbed wire

And cows grazing in a pasture

And tears gliding down my cheeks in the temple,

Tears for the forgotten children

Paradise was a land of beauty, of holiness,

A place of regrets

But I shall never regret going there

I wish I was back

In Paradise