Rolling hills of endless green
Meet the heavens of azure,
An impeccable canvas, not a cloud to stain it,
Only the two opposing plains,
One earthly, the other celestial,
Marking the boundaries of our world.
Above vivid tears soar the skies,
Carried by the wind, twirling,
Like falling autumn leaves.
The blue canvas dotted by the colourful intruders,
Slowly sinking back to the world
From a still, celestial heaven
An unearthly distance away,
Where worries, troubles, hatred,
Leave the mind as it roams the vastness
of boundless fields below.
The men who hang from the tears,
Brave and inspired,
Traverse the canvas
And fall behind the wall of trees
that mark the limit of my sight,
Hidden by the horizon,
Ending their ethereal journey,
Cleansing the canvas above me.