Paradise

• Kirby Schmidt, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2004

The sunrays shine with pride, overwhelming the deepest darkest crevices.
They glimmer in autumnal colors of the first fallen leaf.
The crisp morning air with a piercing touch, yet gives comfort and tranquility.
The mountains climb endlessly, with great patience for time.
The sky stained waters, trickling and trembling over rocks.
Birds make known the beginning of the day.
Singing their hearts out in harmony towards another.
A sea of green meadows and flowing hills is seen in the distance.
It's Paradise...