Banishing Thorns

Walking so freely and fearlessly through the replicas of Eden in our imaginations. Smelling the scent of all the exotic flowers of the world. See how they blossom to seemingly smile at you, look at you, be with you. Life follows after you with the breeze that whistles away the tunes of yesterdays long lost. Buried beneath your feet is history in secrecy. Poison saturates the defenses of the beauty. Creatures crawl relaxed and yet aware of you. Serpents hiss and birds do sing. It's all God's creation and you see how it is a majestic and lovely thing. And you feel the moist earth covered in a carpet of grass. Thick and healthy, green and shiny grass that stretches ahead as far as the naked eye can see in daylight. The clouds seem to swell and the sun shines as well. Laughter cackles through the bush. Music chimes in the woods. Skin is alive with the touch of water and oil. Voices echo in the caves behind cascading waterfalls. The heel touches the stone and the toes dig in the soil and the arch of your sole seems to snap as a thorn pricks you back into reality where it is natural to wear shoes. Reality, where it is natural to be unnatural. Thorns prick you just when you least expect them so you avoid them and never feel the beauty of Edens that we were banished from.