When I was almost ten
I picnicked in a place
I now think of as Paradise.
It was an orchard ripe with fruit
and trees of multi-coloured leaves.
Dense braches cast a welcome shade,
providing coolness in hot summer days.
Escaping sunrays through the leaves
painted gold patches upon the ground.
The colours were fascinating,
the cool shade invigorating,
everything was peaceful,
my time there was joyful.
When I now reflect upon Paradise,
I think of that child in that orchard,
and wonder if that was a foretaste of future things
When this body is interred and earthly life is ended.
Isam Hussain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paradise-remembered/
