Heart of Paradise
Beneath these rocks beats an ancient heart.
In this mountain the most important part.
It pumps the life giving nutrients to the air.
The rhythm of the ages where earthquakes start.
The blue of the sky is so very rare.
Makes one think that there is life without a care.
Enjoying a moment neath the trees so green.
Makes me want to spend eternity there.
Life has always been so peaceful and serene.
Most of the time there is like a dream.
Listening to the bees in the flowers hum.
Paradise perfected and on that I'll lean.
*Rubaiyat Form for John Freeman's contest