The Garden

Restricted to the garden
We willingly remain.
Our love is pure and ardent,
From evil we refrain.

Evicted from the garden
We sought to find a way.
Our souls must even harden
Or we would go astray.

We gathered flowers in the rain,
Dreamt up loving things to say
That would soothe our mortal pain,
And return us to our play.

In the sky appeared an eye,
Smiled down upon our lives.
And whenever we would cry,
Remember something pure survives.

As love hurt and Spring returned
We lived the lessons life had learned.