Besides the harmony and bliss

The neighborhood of two

Who were strange too

Also enjoyed an innocent kind of peace

The farmer was weird

While the other a wizard

Insane though he was

He always had his hand on his hoes

And went to bed each night so early

And so rose to attend to his Barley

Together with the fish in his glass tank

He'd hiked the village ranks

As one of the cool headed drunks

I'm meaning the farmer Mr.Frank

In his eyes sweat filled

As he tilled his large tedious garden field

But how Wizard managed was tragic

To him (none knew it was dark Magic)

'Cause his gardens were bald clean

With vines and vegetables sweet green

"I admire your gardens "

Said Frank one day to Mr.Edens

Who in guilt clenched at his palms firmer

As he watched the ignorant farmer

Pour into a snow-white bowl fresh milk

Wearing crystal white gloves of silk

Edens would easily harbor a grudge

With people who are quick to judge

They'd never walked his lonesome dark path

Neither'd they seen behind his door latch

Off to his duty dressed like a knight

His door he softly closed

As he stared toward Frank's in that dark night

Contemplating what by the day he supposed

"Someday you'll know it ain't by chance”

Snorted Edens, "For the Green by day is by

night a shattering dance "