Paradise
Eleisa Trampler
Paradise is here
here in the blue-green mountains
in the deep sweet forests
in the rush of streams
and the flash of the rainbow fish
in the bounding of elk and the silence of deer
there is paradise in the breath of horses
the whimper of puppies
the twitching tails of the small cats and the big cats
in the wings of songbirds
and in the talons of raptors
paradise haunts us in sunrise and sunset
in the shimmer of moonlight
and out among the far-flung stars
where the hand of God is tracing the future
there is paradise here
here in the spume of the wave
the creep of the crab and the tortoise
and the sounding of whales
the small fish and the big fish
here where the sea moves in rhythm with the moon
is paradise
there is paradise in the dry dust of deserts
the spine of cacti
the slither of snakes
the web of the spider
the sear of the cloudless day
paradise is borne upon the wind
seated in the clouds
fallen with the rain
drifted in sparkling snows and
locked in ice
and paradise is here in the eyes of the child
in the hands of the elder
in the toil of the worker
here among the many hued peoples of the earth is paradise
in the cry of the newborn
the smile of a mother
the care of a father
the joy of a brother and sister
yes, we are in paradise now
and we must treat paradise with respect
and if we treat every living thing with such love and care
the care that befits paradise
then the paradise that is to come will be ours.
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