I saw His town

I saw His town, and wonder, there, no one puts crown.
Everyone is beautiful, yet wears no ornament or gown.

There're no roads and bridges, but carts run in speed,
Nights are luminous, I wonder, no lamps in the streets.

There is no cooler or fan, but sweet breeze prevails;
I wonder, on the calm big water boats smoothly sail.

There is no house to live in, either a big or the small;
I wonder, weatherproof and safe, live, each and all.

There is no bathroom, anywhere in His domain,
I wonder, His whole world enjoy bath in the open rain.

Orchards are full of fruits and farms full of grains;
Eat the angels, saints and residents as much they can.

The happy animals, colourful fishes and singing birds;
pull heart and soul into, the gorgeous gardens and herbs.

No one's worried about comfort, nothing he requires,
His name's enough to provide, everything one desires

Everyone there loves Him, in turn He loves and cares.
I wonder, why am left in this culture, to wander here.