Like the warmth of the early sunlight she smiles
Her small hands held in grace
Her eyes following birds in flight
The mountains ring with her laugh
The wind carries my words
With a sigh of content, she calls it a paradise
A place to never leave
A place that that can never die
I smile as she spins with the breeze
I gaze at the bends and the curves of her hands that move to the music of the leaves
She surrounds me with her songs
Her laugh
Her nose scrunched in the light
I follow her every move and I forget
I forget about it even if it lurks in the corner of my eye
I can see it as it paces, its eyes locked on me
Snarling
Roaring
Clawing
But never entering
Never daring
It is waiting for the chance, I know
To pounce
To take from me the paradise we built
To burn down the mountains and tear apart the winds
But she dances
She dances on the stones and spins with the trees
She talks to butterflies and kisses my cheeks
She spreads her hands wide at the sun, the sky, the mountains
Then takes my hand and pulls me closer
It's paradise, she says. It's my paradise
And I agree