Paradise Found

It seems life did not bless me
With either fortune or fame,
But if I had my life to live over,
I'd ask that it be the same.

God blessed me with a country life
Where I tended my garden with care.
And the grass harps of the meadow
Whispered music to the open fair.

The winds sent down from Heaven
Played music in the treetops high,
As I watched the evening sunset
In the red-streaked, golden sky.

My senses were always heightened
When I gazed over the streams and hills,
My heart always beat a little faster
Walking through the fields of daffodils.

No, I'll not go down in history
As a famous person you might know,
But remember that Paradise is found
In the heart of each immortal soul.

~~ Shirley Hile Powell ~~