The Garden
Once there was a garden with a gate
and the gate it was a tree.
This tree was filled with knowledge
and the knowledge was the key.
When the gate was opened
the eyes were opened too.
All things good and evil
soon came into view.
Life outside the garden
was full of heartache and despair.
The price for independence
is the burden you must bear.
To get back through the gate
innocent blood must be shed.
I think that's what I've heard,
at least that's what I've read.
So if you're ever in this garden
you must remember this.
Stay away from apples
and snakes that talk instead of hiss.
8/20/21
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2021
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