The hills are alive,
not with the sound of music,
but with the sound of silence
solitude
softness
Inside.
As I walk, I breathe in deep,
clear country air
massaging my soul,
telling my heart,
‘You are safe here.’
Though all my life I haven’t felt safe.
There’s too much conflict
chaos
corruption
to live at ease,
look at the trees
without worrying
they’ll fall down.
There are two worlds:
one of darkness,
one of light.
Here, my life is
light as the Sun,
keeping me warm,
making me glow.
I wonder if here
children grow taller
and stronger.
The longer I stay,
the more I keep asking.
I know there’s something in this water
what made me better
without medicine.
And I can say without a doubt,
‘This is what Heaven looks like.’