Cloverway

I slowly stroll across my City's streets and sidewalks, to observe the lay of this land; I with my Victorian garb; a daughter of a very doting Father, many speak of him as royalty. I hear the joy of my people's hearts as they are at work, as they are at play. I know that this is the city in which they and I would like to stay. For the name of my city is called Cloverway, with beautiful green clover, which is the carpet which emerges from the emerald forests. The houses are unique here, built with the tools of skill by those who have perceptive eyes and extremely keen minds. I myself live in my very nice country estate where my vineyards bring forth the richest of grapes. I lovingly care for them and call them by name. When these grapes are ripe they are put into the wine press where they give me their very best. Then after the rich blend is bottled they are placed into my quite sizable wine cellar... placed upon the shelves, they await their time, for a very long time until they sing to me that they are ready. Divine patience has been sought before anyone partakes of these long awaited spirits. It is never night here, no darkness in the constant light of my Father's face. I know that he owns many mansions on more of his lands, galaxies both near and far; for he is not limited by time, or distance. For all things are now to Him and all things are near. But I live here in this place, my own mansion if you will. S.E. Clark