Return to Paradise

I've dropped my bags, my rags.
I've seen some pretty cold days of late,
The bane of my existence.
It's the type of weather that makes you feel empty.
But here, the weather is so much warmer,
Warm enough to touch the soul.
I'm back where I think I should belong.
This is my return to Paradise.

All of natures creatures, bears and stuff
Hibernated away, missing out, wasting time,
But I guess if they accomplished anything,
They killed the chill of winter's deathly touch.
I was awake through it all, though,
And I guess that's too bad,
But I thank God that I'm back where I belong.
Glasses up. To my return to Paradise.