Paradise: A poem 

The eternal fountain comes from the source divine 

The nectar of the Gods is sweeter than wine 

The Garden of Eden is surrounded by the wall 

Within it, its robust inmates walk ever so tall 

The stepped ziggurats glow with a light so old 

Their pinnacles surround the Tree of Life so bold 

And the Tree of Knowledge too, its story oft-told 

They stand firm and strong with trunks of gold 

From here the four bounteous rivers rise and spurt 

Water the haloed foliage, then dive to the earth 

Blue cornflower, red poppy and mandrake yellow in bloom 

Lotus, papyrus, date palms, figs and vines that never see gloom 

But the picturesque paradise is what all good souls gain 

After their sacrifice on earth where they never did deign 

Till then Eden is in the heart, the soul and the mind 

If one looks deep within one will never fail to find