Garden Of Eden Poem by Alex Fan Moniz

I think it was a potter

Who once created a garden from clay moulds

And left them to dry in the sun

He then scattered them all over the Earth

Playing with a pallet of original colours

An orange brushstroke here, purple there, some yellow, white farther out

And so he'd never get tired of looking

He spread all colours through every season

Thus making each day unrepeatable

I like this magical garden the most when it rains

It smells of wet earth and fresh leaves.