the asp entwines itself about the tree
pulling down the fruit
a fig to tempt for all time
to condemnation and joy
the love of man and woman
banished to a crawl it moves to this mind
binding the feelings to a single strand
releasing golden threads of temptation
of how it could be if only
his fingers flip in rapid succession
to find the file to release his mind
to be able to give of selfish reflection
to get in kind with knowledge indeed
standing upon the trees he watches the world before him
these birds soar high above and about
they sing in herald warning of seasons and storms
and raptors and in rapturous joy
the love of mates and of eggs and chicks
and food aplenty
the leaves have finished their cycle of giving life and
shelter
the hues work their way from the green as the foliage
gives the last of its life
to the host
returning to earth to provide the last of their
sustenance to
the insects and the rodents and the plants below
with the season turn he recalls his year
dignity returns not once but twice
the quest restarted with an awakening of his art from
within
the only one way to learn is through action
a file created
one is loved because one is loved
there is no reason for loving it just is
a file created
he stands upon the trees his face to the winter wind
his true north to reveal itself
knowing he will again join
as the birds do join in song and life
as the leaves eke living from light and water
as death provides life to life and food
he knows he will again join
the asp entwines about this tree
above upon his muse does stand
the hope known felt will fail away
the asp removes the thread that did escape
this adam craves eve the asp does know
elusive to he alone alone alone alone
