Eden

Eden

Through the hole

Look closely

And you’ll see

A private place

With green grass

And brown moss

Cherry trees

And blue birds

 

Look closely

And you’ll see

A shallow pond

And a rambling river

With fish of all colors

Surrounded by grey boulders

Smoothed by age like brown leather

 

Through the hole

Close your eyes for a moment

And it’s gone

Green grass turned brown

Brown moss shriveled dry

Shallow pond, now a puddle

 

A river only whispers now

Some fish in only black and white

Boulders brown from mud

Rough from layers of dirt

Broken and battered by strikes of lightning

 

The hole gets smaller

Blink and you’ll miss it

Like wood in a fire

Disappearing slowly

 

The sun lowers

Inevitable darkness

Decay of the living

 

Green color gone

The hole has disappeared

 

Eden is just a memory

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