Paradise, is here
Beneath the twinkling starlit sky,
At peace, here I lie.
Relishing the quiet,
And the stillness of the night.
Many a time I have spent here,
Lost in my thoughts and memories dear,
Here’s where I come to rest,
When Life seems gloomy and a test.
Here, all the labor and toil of the day,
Seems inconsequential and far away.
Here is where I can reflect,
On my time here and what I have left.
Thoughts flit. Does life have a purpose?
Is there is more to it than this maddening circus.
Will my actions and impact be felt,
On others, long after I have left.
What will be my legacy?
What will be there for others to see?
What’s left to inspect, examine, discuss,
Does it matter? Will it mean much?
I will leave that unraveling to others.
Now here, not a thought crosses my mind, dear readers.
I have not and will not worry
Or spend time being sorry.
Walking back through the woods behind my home
Those woods where I frequently roam,
The fallen leaves crackle, as I return,
Unburdened, with nary a concern.
I watch as the east takes a rosy hue,
The grass underfoot is wet with the morning dew,
I know today is going to be a beautiful day.
It is going to be a beautiful day.