My bulk and fruition is in alignment with Eden.
Ye knows is generous with it's immaculate seed.
That transcends the mind, and halts man in his youth.
Tames the hunger, and the bore.
And poisons the tongue with greed.
All who exit descend further, and aim to appease.
All residents jocund in nature they are interchangeable with.
Tasting the prompt of all living things.
Igniting the tongue with callousness and kindness.
It joins the path of the righteous and the sinner, and marks the rise of the sun and the moon.
In all it's completion forming color as we know.
Directing the writer with its incandescent flux.
Wayfinders in other world, depending on the fall of the rotten, and the fertility of the ground to spring forth another.
It is the cast and the sensible, who create my piece.
And the believer of seasons who inspire the poet.
Who is, a nonsensical definer above all.
Who condemns eternity of heaven and hell for earth.
And knows the toil and the reap, that allows her to savor all when she reflects with zen.
