It started with God's beautiful creation in eden,
the place in which man was casted out for treason.
Ignorantly destroyed by mans sinful blade,
a place in which no man can say he made.
God graciously gave us another place to reside,
with exquisite surroundings that can only be compared to a wedding day bride,
with towering trees that create an abundance of shade,
a place in which no man can say he made.
Containing everlasting streams that symbolize life,
like an endless glow when a man meets his wife.
A stunning creation that was never intended to fade,
a place in which no man can say he made.
"Timber!" shouts man slicing away with his blade,
a cut that alters what God had made.
Now all that is left is a place with void,
a place in which man can say he destroyed.
