Imagine that place, its virgin landscape,
Every spear of grass erect in the soil
Yet soft on the feet of those that tread.
Gentle footsteps gliding through life in his image,
The same footsteps laying down history's tale.
Imagine that place, harmonious playground,
Where your body need know no fear
And in your shinning naked form
You sit along side sparkling crystal shores,
Wishing just to be, yet wishing so much more.
Inner battles still ignorant to natures eye,
A tragic flaw amongst perfections home,
Which leave the body contented though
The mind is searching out what shouldn't be.
Leave it alone, be content with your lot.
A voice of anger, hatred screams
Piercing your conscious, swallowing caution.
You know at once the battles won
And turn the other way, all sense of goodness lost
To take the fruit, so red, so fine. Why not?
Alas, that naked body is human after all.
Give rise to appetites newly found!
Now go to him and share whats yours.
But why shall you hang you head in shame?
Why the shedding of facial rain?
Don't you know dear child
No longer this, womanhood has taken hold.
Raise up your head, more beautiful still
And see how the home around you lies...
Not really the bleakness your vision allows.
Not nearly as evil, that one act of ours.
