My Heaven

Fatigued from this acquisitive world
full of riots and fights,
I literally want to go far.
Where I would be free from zealots roar.
Making a shelter in far seen plain,
living under a half fallen roof.
Will hang on the arrow tree leaves, my coat.
And hear classical indispensable folk tales,
enjoying the campfire outside.
Where will be my favorite azure glooming blossom,
in a big fence of glade.
And will have a dog,
to guide me through the fog.
On the nearby summit, under a tree,
will chant the almighty Lord's name.
Only there, I shall have my heaven.