Hippy Paradise

Hippy Paradise

 

Singing birds graze open skies

Clouds powder above the horizon

Oh, before these very eyes

The Heavens begin soft cries

Glistening raindrops embrace

My lips taste of sweet nectar

Humming of honey bees,

Sounds like lovely melodies

Earthly existence brushes across

Every color of a unique pastel

For nature's easle bares beauties

Though many tend to look,

They still have yet to see.