Look at your creation
The gold of daffodils
The whiteness of bones
The blue of the sky
A garden you made
With brown rocks laid
By a vast lake
With sunshine reflected
By a peaceful surface
You know every flower
Every tree and sapling
You know when it’ll die
Wither and disappear
You walk over
Fallen branches
Animals’ houses
Quiet steps of a giant
They scatter around
Afraid of your gaze
It knows the hour
Of their death
Not even a bird chirp
As you pass by
Hand touching the tall grasses
Tickled by their softness
You sit by the bank
Gazing softly at the water
Waiting for a day’s end
Silence accompanying you
In your Eden
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