Garden of Eden ( Part One )
"Every time dear mother would speak of the Garden of Eden,
The harmonious image of our village would cross my mind,
For it is more beautiful and much sweeter than heaven,
Where my friends and I would laugh, play, and leave our troubles behind,
Our village's sky is oh so azure,
And full of different patterns drawn by it's clouds,
In winter snowflakes would fall so white and oh so pure,
As we enjoy them melt in our tongues while we chuckle and scream out loud,
When winter ends, and our village is only submerged with rain,
We'd take turns in stomping in deep puddles time and time again,
Every winter afternoon, our mothers would send us to play for hours,
For after we leave they would pick out the prettiest of flowers,
To doll up, so when our fathers are back from work, they'd be caressed with
showers,
Of love, comfort, and a lot of joyful power.. "
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