Momentum Part Two,- Hope

He returned to his quite recent creation Just to make check on the current situation. Tigrons slid in from the plains to lie at their ease Away from midday sun under those singing trees, Stretching lazily leisurely showing razored claw In unconscious reminder of nature in the raw. The ko-ko-ko birds still made their daily run Fast blonde flashes in that pulsing square sun; The fleecy white clouds made the long grass wet Releasing their loads on that very second preset. The singing trees moved and swayed In the breeze that quite gently played And filled the air with their song That played and replayed all day long. And in their Eden Garden the Adam and the Eve, Still naked in their ignorance, made him believe That maybe this time this world could be free From the bondage of that wild knowledge tree. As the sky filled with that square white moon The singing trees changed to their nocturnal tune And under that gentle white light This world slipped slowly into night. He noted down his next time of review And with a small sigh quickly withdrew.