Plastic Perfection

Things are not always as they seem...

The Garden is perfect
Each flower and tree
Beauty direct from His decree
With no blemish or flaw,
No reason to suspect the Devil's claw.


Roses in bloom, indistinguishable
Each violet too blooms identical
Every tree leaf and every grass blade
a wonderful plastic perfection
A glossy landscape which the dark angels play.


The Eagle watches, overlooking Utopia
Perfect fields, a plastic cornucopia
Provides the fruits the masses await.
A serene scene with everything same.
Motionless in wind and desolate of game.


The Garden is perfect with no blemish or flaw
No reason to suspect the Devil's claw.