Golden Paradise
The flowers bloom,
the air blows,
the sun will be out soon,
and then it shows.
The wind sweeps across the land,
it whispers in my ear:
It’s out at last!
The sun is here!
I look across beyon the mountains,
and on to the vast seas,
sunrays shoot out like fountains,
with radiant beams.
The water acts like a mirror,
reflecting neon lights,
everything is clearer,
like a golden paradise.
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