Paradise

The moon rises
long after the sun has fallen,
and I finally breathe
the new night air.

One cannot help but think
in such a paradise.
One cannot help but believe
that nature is perfect,
and her children may someday follow.

Now, even the most stubborn,
ruthless pessimist admits to
fond memories of autumns past.

And One finally closes his eyes
as he becomes whole again,
growing into the Earth
and reaching toward the sky
in absolute, final
perfection.