Monday, January 5, 2009

RHYME THYME

PARADISE RESTORED

Free from suffering, pain, and strife
The ideals which constitute a perfect life

In repose ly oppression from which multitudes keep flocking
To bed go the tears of languish and longing

The elder amoung us revert to their youth
And rejoice in the power and vigor of truth

No more lamentation for all the ailing masses
For into obscurity disease and sickness passes

Foilage and bounty create a scene so serene
Making earths fruitage a delectable cuisine

Gone is the petulance and fear once so prominent
Leaving tender compassion the emotion so dominant

The brilliant sun illuminates a world full of peace
When even death's hold has been made to release

These things the planet populace have all long adored
These the gifts found in a Paradise Restored.

-philip s dorsett

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