Sonnet

Should I compare this place to paradise,
the leaves tenderly rustle in the trees.
the sound of the ocean is oh so nice,
On my face, the soft and sweet blowing breeze
The sunrises painting the once dull sky,
As the days past, the prettier they became
it's hard to imagine saying goodbye,
if only I knew this paradises name,
the day has come where we must all depart
the sights and sounds will never disappear,
always in our mind, and kept in our hearts,
I hope the day we can return is near.
A beautiful paradies I will miss,
A place that brings you pure joy and pure bliss.