In The Paradise Poem by Gert Strydom

While Adam sat under a tree
the sun did rise hot
as it does every morning,
the sun kissed his skin

and he was not aware of his nakedness,
he did look
at the world around him,
did realise how very lovely each thing is,
but was lonely
in the place where everything was perfect

and when he did awake from a deep sleep,
did open his eyes
the sky was still cobalt blue,
the wind loving on his skin
where it rushed through the leaves
of a big old mulberry tree,
the stream nearby did jingle
like it always does

but next to him
there was a pretty lovely thing
that looked at him
with bright noble eyes,
his own woman
of whom the smile
did cut deep into the soul
and for her,
he was glad to the creator.

© Gert Strydom