Bega

By Phoebe Lupton

The hills are alive, not with the sound of music, but with the sound of silence solitude softness Inside.

As I walk, I breathe in deep, clear country air massaging my soul, telling my heart, ‘You are safe here.’ Though all my life I haven’t felt safe.

There’s too much conflict chaos corruption

to live at ease, look at the trees without worrying they’ll fall down. There are two worlds: one of darkness, one of light.

Here, my life is light as the Sun, keeping me warm, making me glow.

I wonder if here children grow taller and stronger. The longer I stay, the more I keep asking.

I know there’s something in this water what made me better without medicine.

And I can say without a doubt, ‘This is what Heaven looks like.’