She walked with her shadow, along the grassy lanes
peace-filled mind picking sugar plums among
wildflowers and berries, never had she felt
so at home among nature's beauty.

Now with pen in hand, she writes down her feelings
how she came about to find this transforming peace
that seemed to grow stronger each day.

Each drop that fell upon her face in the fresh
Summer rain was like a breeze kissing her cheek.

She spends her summers among God's beauty, and winters
among the rushed crowds working to save enough for
her summers by a lake shimmering with diamonds, when
the moon was full.

“Her paradise she called it”.


She roamed free for three months, swam in the streams by
the great Niagara wrote her feelings down in her journal
of life, (her diary of thoughts), she named it.

She never felt so worthy of God's love when she roamed
among nature, she caressed nature tenderly, her love
of loves, giving her a song only she heard from within.

Her little bit of heaven on earth.

Taken from my
"Heart's Expressions" Collection

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