In childhood, heaven was beside us.
The sounds of nature were never harsh,
never excessive, and never false.
I came to believe again that the most
delicate instincts are sacred.
The voice of nature becomes not just
the life we live, but a life beyond life,
a timeless existence that guides us.

The sounds of nature hold no lies.
Children’s voices carry no falsehood.
When pure nature meets the innocence
of children, that place is heaven.
The trees around us, the laughter nearby,
these precious presences transform
our days into heaven itself.

Heaven is beside me.

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