As now I stroll the greenery path ahead
mine eyes are captured by the falling piece
that sheds from silent giants fast asleep
forever as they dwell in endless peace.
For if that fruit forbidden was not bit,
myself, like them, would I be placid stay
and blow in breezes as the days turn night.
By nature, all the demons held at bay.
But why do these, the leaves, fall scattered here?
These titans follow every law He's made
and no offense do these kind creatures show
yet in its time its green will slowly fade.
For they were made and he declared they good
and I, his image, pondering, there I stood.
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