Paradise

Take me to the place of my dreams,
a garden where nightingales sing,
where roses and hyacinths bloom
beside fountains of fresh water,
and honey bees sing their sweet tune.

I want to walk through verdant forests,
among the giant redwood trees,
listening to the chant of the breeze,
intoning Mother Earth's gratitude
for the blessing of the Almighty.

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