SERPENT IN THE GARDEN
Once a beautiful garden of flowers
Streamed in brilliance strewn toward the sky.
Whereby enchanted mystical powers
Captivated the common eye.
The flowers grew strong, roots interwoven,
Marigolds, Daisies, Poppies too.
Sunshine's splendor had seemingly chosen
To mist the flowers with heaven's dew.
Growing magically, an owner's delight,
Soon the garden beckoned more care.
So was given to a soul of pure white
Duties of the garden to share.
With visions of radiance all aglow
The fair maiden, quick to abide,
Nurtured with love every flower to grow,
Tended to the garden with pride.
But lured by Beauty, by fascination,
Slithering slow, beneath the soil,
The hiss and the kiss of usurpation
Set forth to lay the garden spoil.
Blinded by the light, confined to the Dark,
Contaminating the essence of earth.
Intending for all to relish his mark,
Sprouting weeds were given their birth.
Choking, polluting the flowers that be.
Some uprooted from the dissension.
While the Serpent whisked away his quarry
To one's infernal dimension.
Yet the garden tender was not alarmed,
Seeking true beauty in all things.
Thus by this, the very Serpent was charmed
All flowers, to him, now offerings.
Now, the Garden's owner has one true friend,
One known from the garden's first day.
Who has seen the Serpent slyly extend
To precious, young flowers this way.
Now he's standing at the gate, looking in,
Pleading with the tender to see...
At what price in finding beauty within,
Are we holding back with the key?
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 01-03-2000).]