In the beginning a garden
was created,
Guarded with open eyes,
She was called Eden,
She was purposely given,
To all souls with the flow of life,
They once lived amongst the beauty,
between bright lights and shades,
Always a place to lay,
No fear nor worry.
On that last day came,
All shame reigned,
When the passing of shame is tamed,
Solitude is named unknown,
Too who moves,
Quick in their pace,
in these days.
Minds and souls are kept busy,
on earth they will know,
his kingdom was never unclaimed.
