Paradise

The song of paradise rings out loud,
life is as it should be.
All creation harmonized, to heaven bowed.
Perfect happiness is given by He.

A beautiful tree stands in the midst,
Its graceful shadow a blessing,
yet it's bark and branches forever untouched,
never used to tempt His planning.

In the shadow of the tree a group of children listen,
as an elder tells them stories.
He goes on and on and their eyes glisten
as the glory of God is evident in his Histories.

Tales retold of old games and songs once sung,
freshly exciting at each new telling.
Elders described as infants in hammocks hung.
The children laugh and giggle at their kins' playing.

No taint of sin blemishes the tales,
no thread of falsehood lurks in the words.
Lies and sins are unknown, for Love never fails.

All stories are God's, sent up in praise,
And most ring with song, even when read.
Only one sad tale do the people raise,
so reserved tears fall from every head,
when the oldest tale is re-read,
about Adam's foot landing through the haze,
and crushing the poor snake dead.