Adam is sitting alone.
He begins to wonder about many things,
about who he is,
and why he thinks...
And of Who God is,
and why the serpent slinks.
Out of the beauty which surrounds him,
he peeps a meek and thorny rose,
hidden in the lavish lush.
Curiosity within him beams,
so he gets down onto his knees,
and plucks the prickly flower.
He creates a cry as pain arrives,
red drips from the tips of his fingers,
with eyes dismayed in silent rage,
so hating those rosy pedals...
He throws it hard onto the ground.
A moment goes by with an inward sigh,
and he peers around with a leery frown...
Keen that he may have been seen...
But still, just sitting alone.
Relief washes over and relaxing,
he seeks the meek little flower,
picks it up and smears his blood,
mixing the red with the red of the pedals.
Again he sits and ponders.
Wondering why God,
in all His Love,
would do such a thing,
putting pain with sensory pleasure...
Then he laughs outward,
as at last it hits him...
How would we know what true Love is,
unless pain's worst was known us first?