Just like Haven

A scarecrow in the middle of the field,

Rivulets slipping down the hills

Naiive cattles with ringing bells,

A lonely bird on the bare tree tells,

The story of this farm wee bit old,

In every grain,kept and sold.

Morn full of beams of sun

Where leaves shines and birds run,

To flaunt around and make up a show,

Where flowers smile all in a row.

Billowing crops in the air so light,

Call for a haven,just so right.

Tall palm trees at the foot of the hill.

Orchids of mango trees stand stll.

Buttery stones with all sizes big,

Some smiling faces, some shapes antique.

Soil that smells of you and me

And the hills and the sky and the crops and the tree.

Green meadow to dance and play

And rest on the heights and folds of hay,

Under the sky, wide and dark

With pools and palms of twinkling stars.

How am I blessed to have these eyes

         To see all nature where heaven lies