Gorgeous the way the buildings sit like
Many colored blocks atop the ridge outside
My new home, like curtains open to mountains beyond.
There’s a comforting noise and bustle to the place,
Children laughing and shouting as they play,
Playful breezes that linger a while to stay.
Sometimes in the chill of the morning sun,
I think how far I’ve come
From the horrors, the terrors of what came before.
Never thought I would get here-
Never thought I could stay here.
Now, I wonder if the air would taste as sweet,
As precious and priceless to me,
If not for the contrast of war.