The Prodigality Of Man

The Prodigality Of Man

A place where a utopia reign, paradise in display 

Where this mist watered all in the absence of rain

An earth adorned as a garden in beauty begged to be exposed in delight

A place where all was satisfied for there was enough for all 

A time where carved out of eternity all would see

This joy of fulfilment that came to us in our  beauty of innocence 

Where to touch was to be touched as all responded in peace 

Nature and nurture shook hands and lived for each other 

It was at such a time a spectre lurked, that was provoked  

Raised its ugly head then entered our presence 

We would forget this home, from her abundance, we strayed 

She constantly reminds us there is still enough to spare, if we're willing to share

After taking for granted this place we call home

Will we be asked of her to be left alone

Would sanity come our way, to walk the path that leads us home?

We would need her company, having learnt, we only hurt ourselves 

Once in this our garden home before we chose to roam selfishly

Where given to care, a steward of all we survey

We walked on gold, admired diamonds, swum with pearls, breath a rarefied air

They beg of us, to return from paths of wantonness