this little place called paradise

Suddenly there is nothing but wind that sways the leaves...
Rushing water runs down the stream and once in a while a fish jumps out splashing the mirror of the river surface....
I find that the forest holds peace and tranquility, the air is crisp and cool and all around me seems to be in perfect equilibrium...
It is our mind that builds images, so I see reflections of clouds and imagine shapes of horses, dogs, smiling rounded faces, little mouse, dolphines and whales...
There are this white flowers cover with mist, or maybe it was the rain from last night, or may be it is just the morning dew.
I close my eyes to let the image sink in my mind, make a mental picture that will remain in my trunk of memories, no photograph could ever do justice to this little corner in the forest.
I walk back to the cabin where my little family sleeps and I know there is such a place called paradise.