blossomed in his beautious garden
that tiny bud of green
soft sweet fragnance fill the air
gathering the sweet nectar, the insects
filling the mind with its sweet ballad , the nightangle
gurgling of the green- blue brook , filled
the sun blessed us with light
and the lands, nature abound
desires filled in their hearts, the men and women
they tore the canvas apart
shredded and torn
discarded and rotting
our blessings , our curse