Paradise
Updated:10:26 PM ET December 19, 2007; By Anjori Sinha
Original:09:04 PM ET June 3, 2006

Sun rays beamed down, as if earth was a paradise
newly discovered, after the treacherous storms.
Where beginnings were fresh
and the past: put away in a sacred chest.


The flourishing paradise, a picture perfect place.
The present great because the future was unknown.
The Light: so bright, warm, and powerful;
its blinding beams, kept secret a deadly storm in the distant.


Then all shook, the end seemed to be near …
The ground cracked underneath, thunder came roaring
whipping against the endless sky,
winds gusted about as if God had flown by.


Day by day, the paradise, turned into a junkyard.
Rain poured down: wet, slimy, and cold.
The sky, the color of aging hair,
overcastted a thick cloud of sadness.


The earth ceased to be paradise, but God seemed near.
Despite all the struggle, hope remains.
Rain will end, thunder will silence,
and clouds will clear to reveal a new paradise.
~*~