Seeds planted in the nurturing earth,
with water and sunlight, will grow.
Tended with loving handiwork,
they spout, bloom, and soon you sow;
Our hearts are these seeds.
Intertwined by their roots,
they bare sweet fruits,
that satisfy our hunger, our needs.
In the garden, known as Eden,
where we used to dwell.
Those fruits were forbidden,
not to be picked from their vines.
But we had to rebel,
curious and hungry, we had other designs.
Once we took that first bite,
we discovered the delight.
That sin , did us in,
cast out, exiles to roam;
refugees without a home.
But that fruit was too enticing, to inviting,
so we multiplied and flourished,
our appetites nourished.
Season after season, we tilled,
harvesting bounties until we were filled.
Gardens of delight, how we crave,
we are master, we are slave.