Another Garden of Eden

Take me to the land of crystal rivers, that glitter like a mirror for the gods. Take me to the height for altruistic lords, revered by the oppressed for being givers. I dream of a world drowned in abundance of joy infinite at its renaissance. Where the warm rays of the tropical sun soothe the pains of a bleeding wound by day. Where nature entertains with so much fun, like a funfair in the sweet month of may. I smell the pleasant scent of flowers gay pervading the plains of awe and wonder. Where colourful fruits in season render sweetness and nourishment at my behest. Where the sun's showers of warmth dry each tear, bringing to extinction, a world of fear in this magnificent haven of rest. I see a paradise for virgins fair, devoid of blemish with their silky hair. I see breath taking mountains clad in green, where romantic love birds would find serene. I see this world of beauty at its peak, which all dreamers would relentlessly seek, coming closer now to my possession than any dream or imagination.