The meadow evolved with the wind,
loving how the breeze caressed everything.
The green grass shimmers under the stars.
The moon looming up ahead, smiling down on me.
Trees covered the land,
fruits of all sorts graced the lands with their ethereal beauty.
New growth sprouts up replacing the ancients that have done their duties.

But alas, a place a serene as this Garden of Eden
Can have no place in this cruel world.
And so all of it vanishes,
The whispers of a beauty echo in the barren fields,
But the light from the moon remains.
Illuminating the path,
the small hope that a place like this can exist.
That the world has a place for Eden.