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