Cascading the brink of water and tree
Granite became soft and held onto me.
An unlikely chair with grooves and yarrow.
Cradling my shoes, although a bit narrow.
The river splashed a greenish-blue
Tree leaves above dappled the view.
There weren’t any animals
Or even a bird
They all hid from me
Because they heard.
Somewhere under a log and tree
A small little spider crossed in front of me.
Spinning its web and tapped out a code
Then they all fled and nobody told.
For they thought that this place to be.
Keeping hidden from the humans to see.
They kept themselves quiet while moving about.
Supposing later without a doubt.
They would jump to their house
Or a little dirt mound
And peek out at me
As the animals came out
One by one they walked out to see
The unbound Eden came to be.