I was reborn, Man remade
In your garden, that Eden in Tumair. 
Nature gifted you its palette - 
Its lilac, blues, pink and reds. 
No brush needs touch the flowerbeds 
Their pigments to enhance.  
No serpent lurks in wait to beguile. 
Unripe apricots are not his style.
I lived like Adam before his Fall
In a second Eden, shrunk small.

28.4.16, 
6.30 am.