The snake did not exist
The greed was held within,
The apple was not laced
With knowledge or with sin.
Nor the Garden oh so special,
Just the forest and the fields.
The simplest of the bushes
The simplest Eden yields.

And the people lost their fear
When they slept beneath the tree.
They huddled 'neath the hanging tear
Which was green and sweet to taste.
And then they learnt to covet,
Though they knew it anyway,
But now they'd learnt to love it
And their shame vanished.

So they walked out from the branches
Shed like fruit, we tell
And they planted all their seeds
And grew the garden well.
Now we find that we live
In the beauty of the wood.
And when people tell me it is
All from greed I tell them 'Good.'