Welcome to Eden

To a place where roses on green thorns grow,

To the valley of death where rivers of life flow;

To man, who God's from dirt to make,

To a mind so fickle but for immortal sake.

Where He displayed His artistry--

That angels marvelled it's majesty,

But serpents walked, and apples grew,

And lions skulls of rabbits chew'd.

To existence and beautiful vainity--

To organised chaos, and veiled disunity;

To illusion and to God's greatest magic,

To life, and happiness ever tragic.

Like beauty out a window toss'd,

Welcome to Eden her paradise lost.