Father Time Planted this Garden Back in the Day, or So They Say
Windows warped and doorknob rusted,
World once sealed off and kept dusted,
Now ivy creeps to conceal glass,
Towering over jungle grass.
Rainwater beads upon the ground,
From gutters echoing the sound,
Of robins nested in the eaves,
Dining on worms from apple trees.
Oh, Apple trees full bloom in garden,
Forbidden fruit once of Eden,
Now fountains of sweet drink nectar,
Bees discover dance director.
Eden, though lost through centuries,
Manifests in our memories,
Reach up to pluck fruit from the tree,
For in the breakdown there’s beauty.
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