Poetry

When time was new and quiet was the land.
The ocean and the trees, moved incessantly,
And the sun rose low on the edge of the sea.
When there was Adam and Eve.
 
The river, the hills and the water hole,
the trees, the birds, in the land there was plenty.
The dark, the light, all beauty to see,
But it was not enough for pleasure grew empty.
 
A child was born and a story was told,
and the boy restored joy to the land.
And dancing came the trees as the birds sung the sea,
all beauty and pleasure restored to the land
When there was Adam and Eve.
 
The sky in the night, the tides in the morn'
the glimps of light at the beginning of dawn.
All beauty and pleasure remains,
When there was Adam and Eve.
 
But the story grew old, And the river has now faded
the flowers are gone, the fruit no more.
The dark the only beauty, though beauty it is not,
the story now changed and quietly forgot.
 
And time has surely shortened for the sun has not come,
all beauty and pleasure in the land has faded.
The ocean swallowed the sea, and the story is now lost
for no longer are we in the land of Adam and Eve.