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EDEN WONDERS


Trees that fruited gold,
Rivers that carried milk,
Birds that sung of love,
And he who enjoyed this.

Lofty peaks that hindered clouds,
Drawn in blue the skies of mist,
Paved in green the roads of silk,
And he who lived here.

Born from the loam he stood,
With the hands of his Lord
Came with pride to live,
To rule, in the Land of Wonders.

Just and loyal he was
To the Lord - All Powerful,
Who confined him to skive off,
The fruit of the ' tree of knowledge '.

Named everything he saw,
Called out what he desired.
Lived where he liked,
Yet, always complied his Lord.

Once placed beside a brook,
He saw those glimpses,
That baffled his thoughts,
And he longed for something unknown.

The fish he saw had a spouse,
The bird he saw had a pal,
All he saw had a mate,
And together they shared the wonders.

He then thought in despair,
About the life he had, lonesome
In the paradise of wonders,
With no one of his kind.

Foggy was his dream,
Never could fathom his ache,
Saw himself alone in a crowd,
And yet he posed as pleased.

The Lord saw his Man,
Bewildered beyond his thoughts,
And He said, " Man Shant worry,
For I must do the Vital ".

The Man saw next day,
A beauty beside him.
Astonished by what he saw,
He obliged to his Lord - Most High.

It shammered in his eyes,
And pounced in his heart.
It seemed much like him, but
More and more and more lovely it was.

Softer than clouds, its face.
Like a waterfall, its hair
Which covered the bosom,
As if it were something worthy.

Disguised fruits, its lips and nose.
The art of The Lord, it spelled out.
When puffed he smelt
The fragrance of this built.

Blushed in amour, he said :
" The bone of me bones
  And the flesh of me flesh,
  I call thee Woman ".

Clutching her hands in greed,
He then walked in glee.
To share his marvels,
To confer the Land of Wonders.

On mounts, left unpestered,
They saw their world,
Saw their love
And they saw themselves.

For centuries that bolted,
They lived new lives day by day.
For hours that hauled,
They whispered only love.

All beings peeked at them,
With a covetous sigh ofcourse.
Amongst all those beings,
Most canny was the Snake.

With the women as its bait,
The Snake concoct a trap,
For the duo did ate the fruit
From the tree of eternal knowledge.

When the relish struck the nerve,
The couple was gulped in shame.
They wove a garb of leaves,
To prevent them from being nude.

Defied the bond of trust,
Thus made the Lord irate,
The Man and his lass
Stood at the fury of his verdict.

Expelled from the Land of Wonders,
The Man and his Woman,
Pleaded to the Most High,
To cast his mercy upon them.

The Lord did love them.
Benevolent, deeply afflicted,
He said, " Son of Woman
Shalt set thou free ".

A ray of hope was
Thus shed on the Mankind,
To pull round from sabotage,
To demolish the snake.

The portal was closed tight,
By mammoth Cherubs.
And a sword of fire,
Whirled past the Land of Wonders.

As mortals, on a paltry land,
Pallor grazed their faces.
Staring on a stretch of void,
They predicted unpredictable life.

Then the Man looked at his wife,
Found her wriggling for his touch.
And then he went for her,
To assuage this new found crave.

Tiresome, they raised a living.
And when spotted beyond the firmament
The twirling sword of fire,
Man insisted quite quietly :

" We shant weep in guilt,
  But shall laud the Most High,
  For forgiving our sacrilege,
  For lending us a world.

  We shant weep in despair,
  But shall prompt those days.
  The days wrapped in merry,
  The days we walked his side.

  We shant weep in our loss,
  But shall proclaim with pride :
  'Once we witnessed a land,
  A Land of Supreme Wonders' ".

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