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Rated: E · Poetry · Religious · #2326971
A descriptive stroll through the Garden Of Eden. No longer forbidden but allowed.
         There once was a garden that was planted by God. It was bountiful and beautiful and its smell was so nice. April was the beginning of the year and the season was called Spring.

There were rows and hills of Apple tree orchards, the apricot trees blossoms as white as the snow. There were fruiting trees of peach, pear and plum; with blossoms of pink that covered each one.

There were cherry blossoms and orange blossoms and lemon as well. There were lime and tangerine blossoms blowing around like rainbow snow flurries stirring around as these fell.

This scene was more lovely than the season of Fall, that I love; and if this sight wasn't enough, the scent was of God's home in the heavens above.

All throughout this garden there were pathways and walkways and step ways and roads; and growing right beside them was the beautiful rose. Every color of every kind oh how I love them, what a flower what a gem... not one thorn can be found on its stem.

The Garden path continued on with every fruit tree God ever made; full of blossoms in bloom, raining down a mess; a blizzard of sweet and softness.

There was the sound of the buzz of the bees in the breeze. Such a nice way to walk under the trees. As one followed the path it led to vast meadows of Spring flowers growing abroad. The tall grasses sweetened the air and that wasn't all; they swayed in the wind, like a land ocean bed, and they spoke, I thought I could almost hear what they said.
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