Remember When

When you were Eden,
that longest prairie night,
warm with verdant moss
on trunk, no soft cover,
river shine vivid –

Me, a bee,
would eat from a tree berry,
seed this animal nature,
stroll a watery song –

Soon they come at dawn,
give peace.

(Another poem courtesy of online magnetic poetry.)

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