Alaska

I remember a place in my mind

That people would in vision

Mountains covered in beautiful

White sparkly snow

The wind blowing against sky reaching trees

And the soft, grassy green fields

Where wild life, roam and live in harmony

Fisherman fish and tell tales of exciting

Fishing stories of their greatest catches

And laugh of joy, and pride

The glowing Aurora Borealis

That brightens of green, and red

And moves like a neon worm in the mist of the night

Driving next to water that is clear as glass

And a tropical blue that matches the blue sky

The smell of fallen rain, or the smell of soft wind brushing

Against objects are memories brought to mind

That, are cherished eternally or to the end of time

Darkness brought upon the night is limited

To the falling snow that glitters

Fills the mood of magnificent white Christmas

Many would in vision this great land of peace,

But one should know such a place really exist,

And it’s known as paradise