The emerald fields
Acres upon of acres of harmony.
In the distance I see a lonely tree
An old oak tree,
Withered by age.
Splitting bark
Drooping leaves.
The roots which remain standing
Shake with fatigue.
The blades of grass
Glisten under the beating sun,
Dripping with the morning dew.
As pure as silver
As green as the strongest mint.
The birdsong in the distance
Sweet sweet melody,
Calming to the mind
Soothing to the soul.
Elegantly in the wind they soar
Forever watching the loud dangerous land below.
I can remember my childhood.
My long lost and forgotten childhood.
Everyday after school I would visit
My friends would play hide and seek in the long grass,
As I stood; in amusement I would start to giggle.
So many checkpoints of life have occurred here
Love, sorrow, happiness and even fear.
My first steps, first kiss and first heartbreak.
So much has happened during my long life.
For I am an old man now
But with all the life of a child remaining.
I am happy to be here
I am welcome here,
I am safe here.
How many times do I have left to see this place?
Never the less I treat each as my last.
I will treasure this paradise forever
Always in my heart.