Paradise

Flowers, flowers, flowers

Cumulus clouds and cool rain showers

Flittering here and fluttering there

Azure butterflies everywhere

Soft whispers and big, beaming smiles

No more tears or reluctant goodbyes

Flowing skirts and silk ribbons on Cinderella dresses

A head of perfectly coiffed charcoal tresses

In this land of green grass,

Where everything starts as a spark

There’s no bottled fury

Or a fear of the dark

There are loved ones that don’t ever leave

And I’ll never, ever be bereaved

There are no jerks or stabs in the back

No slow internet or unappetizing food

There are cooked lobsters and creamy soups

Clear broths that taste oh-so-good

In this land I’m loved and liked

Unknown but not disliked

In this land there’s a boy who smiles at the thought of me

And slugs leave my veggies be

In this land,

I’ll say sorry

My parents will never worry

And I’ll be happy

Forever, happy.