A Little Patch of Heaven (NaPoWriMo 1)

Climbing,
Tripping on dislodged stones,
Trekking up the blooming hill.

Trudging onward and upwards,
With scuffed, bare feet,
To the valley field.

Pausing at the apex,
Grape vines gently swaying around him,
Trotting through the sweetly-scented heather.

Staring,
At the blueberry bushes and strawberry patches,
Scratching at his arms.

Skipping,
Avoiding thorns and thistles,
Basket in hand.

Picking,
Handfuls of plump berries,
While juices stain his pale cheeks.

Holding,
The full basket of fruitful salvation,
Searching the vast sky.

"Why,
This looks like
A little patch of Heaven!"