Paradise

Once upon a time a way to start called Paradise. Where it was supposed to have the best time. Far above or whatever, those beautiful gardens to grow up and we should take care of. Families to raise up growing flowers and playing around a big river that feeds their soul. No matter what, but we have that Paradise we are throwing out in the sink. Some people work for having money, cars, apartments or other material things, and they grow up in their own Paradise. I've been there one day, thinking that to have the best material things was the best I could reach. Stupid of me that after the years, I got knowledge to give myself a different view of the meaning of Paradise. Not easy to explain, but I'm not stupid, that means that I can't live in Paradise. Refusing others thoughts, makes your feeling down. Down to Earth, where Paradise is. Where friends look for you, and you for them. Where the family is above your moon. Where you see the sea, and you can breath oxygen. When you listen to music, and you feel enjoyment A dancer on the stage, someone to be remembered. Paradise, a place located on the Earth. Bushes to contemplate the small birds making a nest, the next home to grow new chicks those ones that one day will fly somewhere here in the Paradise we are destroying. Another dream gone, as the polar bears, which they dream of ice, something that they will never find in this paradise, the one where we should be at the table eating together.