Sweet smell of burnt bushes and baked earth <br />still lingers in the memory though bygone in history <br />am awakened from the slumber’s depth <br />to the musical memory from the past gone by; <br />the days I used to wander <br />brushing the bushes in the forest <br />caring for the wild wilderness <br />now but a story shrouded in history <br />only to be told again and again; <br />the multicolored spiders <br />the poisonous snakes that slithered smoothly <br />beneath pile of dried rotten leaves <br />harmed me not even in their dreams; <br />the squirrels that gave me once a native fruit to eat <br />the monkeys that threw me once a bunch of fruits to be shared with friends <br />the orang asli (aborigines) who guided me with their skills <br />are all but embedded layers of past thoughts; <br />the years rolled fast, past my youth <br />only for me to carry on with but a bundle of memory; <br />oh, how I wish to be back then <br />to stroll again the motherly earth there <br />to smell again the burnt bushes and baked earth <br />to recover the sweet life hidden in the wilderness; <br />a place so dear to me <br />where survival taught in beautiful and colorful manner <br />hurt none embrace all; <br />I lived in meditation <br />utmost equanimity <br />life was full of equilibrium <br />amidst the greenery and serenity <br />of a forest <br />in Pengkalan Hulu <br />a heaven I lived once. <br /> <br /> <br />©cyclopseven. All right reserved.<br /><br />cyclopseven Ram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-heaven-i-miss/
