Living in Paradise (a poem for my hometown)

Living in paradise,

where the pink cherry blossoms bloom

and the air is fragrant with floral scents;

where you can smell the ocean from your room

and listen to the birds’ lovely laments.

Yes, I’m living in paradise.

Living in paradise,

where the sun is always warm

in the air, on your back, and on your face;

where the sights of graceful herons are a daily norm

and the streets are lined with blooms of white lace.

Yes, I’m living in paradise.

Living in paradise,

where the forests are vast and green

and the ice cream is soft as clouds;

where the moon shines brighter than ever seen

and the world is quiet, never loud.

Yes, I’m living in paradise.

Living in paradise,

where there’s good food to be had,

where the skies and waters are crystal blue;

where it’s a real rarity to be sad,

and the world is seen with a pink-tinted hue.

Yes, I’m leaving in paradise.

Yes, I’m living in paradise.