The high seas and all of the mountains 

In summer and winter, in spring and fall 

For you I shall search far and wide til they close all curtains

What paradise have I landed on? 

What place on Earth have my eyes laid upon? 

Is this Eden, where men first fell? 

The heaven where stories of freedom they tell?

Greatest of all adventurers 

Even Odysseus cannot dream of such wonders 

Scent so heavenly; the sight, otherworldly 

This celestial land I must venture upon gallantly

I sought God among all mares and deer 

Even in trees so tall one can say, "I am here" 

But if God did create all these wondrous marvels 

Why, then, does despair exist outside of novels?

Fields of flowers and crawling orchids 

No such being can ever think of something sordid 

Vines on trees, honey-scented fruits on the breeze 

How can I think of leaving all these, God forbid?

Upon green hills, atop, I see a herd 

Of sheep so tame songbirds can be heard 

At last, in sight was a man in simple robes 

His face was kind, as if it offers all hopes

Sunlight shone from above like a spotlight 

On all things dear to the heart of humankind 

Clouds came by across the sky so white 

By the sun they passed and offered me a path to find

By the beach I strolled, I peered ever so slowly 

Because how must I ignore the waters sparkling so beautifully? 

Despite all human logic deeming it impossible 

It's like rainbows were trapped; the sea inescapable

The backdrop changed before my feet stepped on the hilltop 

The sun set; blue, violet, orange spilled like ink on paper 

Mouth agape and heart crying in wonder, 

"How beautiful must this world be that human heart must stop?"