Humankind, is perfectly aligned, to open its mind, to the grandest design, that maybe after all, we're just atoms combined?
But folks feel confined, when their dreams undermined, don't fit in, to the world they find.
So if you happen to be so inclined, really, don't worry, take a breath and unwind. For reality is such a thing and has been thus refined, that your dreams, though seeming strange, are here intertwined.

Low beneath heavily barked, overhanging branches, leaning peacefully against the trunk of a lichen covered oak tree, crooked limbs and emerald leaves give shape to a lively canopy that shelter Love himself from misted rain. Here, amid grassy knolls, jeweled arabesques, and hallowed soil giving birth to flourishing verdure, the miracle of creation, in it's intricate balance, gives resonance to his voice which manifest itself in a faintly resounding lull that dances through his garden. If you listen closely, you can hear its solemn sigh, "Edennn".