The Secret Garden

 

With the beauty of angels, yet scenically wild;
As pure as the morning and undefiled.
Like a secretive whisper, a beat of the heart.
It's something within us yet worlds apart.

In the silence of heaven that nothing can kill
Far away on a lonely hill,
Beneath God-given raindrops and sweet smelling sun
That would go on forever what was never begun.

But the silence was broken, like cries in the street,
As man and nature prepared to meet.
And the sky and sea hung heavy with blue
Around the uncut grass that was wet with dew.

Then people appeared in a moment of thunder.
The silence and stillness were torn asunder.
And God in his widsom taught humans to grieve
For the one he called Adam and the one he called Eve.