Collecting apples in the Garden of Eden was a sin
I won’t commit the same act, I am not dim
An Eve of a new dawn, collecting peaches instead
Whilst nursing strawberries in their straw beds
The march is cancelled, but the date is still on
I’ll be gardening here, when they have all gone
It will be quiet on Earth without all their noise
But I will tinker on in solitude and poise
I am a raven who has lost her wings
But louder now the angels sing
For I have a new path that I must take
And not a foot wrong should I make
To grow a new garden for the King and son
For a new age has just begun
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