My paradise has trees of all different colors

With music that won't stop.

Exotic flowers fill the land

And circle around a lake.

They talk and talk

And make me smile.

No one cries.

No one is hurt.

Dreams fly and reach the sun

And then fall onto soaring butterflies who wink.

The grasses are green

And I sit there with a notebook and a pencil in my hand.

I smile as I look out at this paradise,

At my paradise, at my home.