A Picture Of Paradise
A child's swing, propelled by laughs and giggles,
arcs into the air: reaching for the sky.
And as chains chafe the bark of an old oak
flashbacks of my youth begin streaming by.
Emerald: colors an evergreen hedge,
bestowing tranquility to the scene.
And reds, yellows, purples, and pinks abound
where clusters of wildflowers offset green.
Wild roses, tangled in the undergrowth,
dispense a sweet, fragrant scent all around.
And as lilac bushes sway in the breeze,
violet petals confetti the ground.
A pair of Mallard ducks scurry away
on a pond with a silver mirrored sheen.
And barring a picture of paradise,
this is the most tranquil place that I've seen.
A scarlet sun bleeds, as daylight departs:
slowly retreating from Twilight's attack.
And flowing, like a billion bleeding hearts,
crimson rivers color the edge of black.
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