Once upon a time, there were Adam and Noah.
Their story was direr than the Messiah.
One got robbed of a fraction of rib;
The other suffered tides of rips.
For one, God was the Creator;
For the other, He was the Destroyer.
The former wore a twig of fig in shame;
The latter waited for leaves of olive in pain.
Adam in Eden was a namer;
Noah from the ark was a collector.
They, with events and changes,
Planted a Tree of Knowledge.
This Tree of Knowledge had a trunk of rock;
It grew a golden bough and a cowhide bark.
Our ancestors stayed under the lofty arbor,
Amazed at this creation of mental labor.
Then, from above struck a thunder.
The Tree was hit and split asunder.
Yet, in time it spread its ruby seeds,
And they drifted onto the vast sea.
Many of them became fodder for a whale,
But two, fortunately, got blown by a gale.
They caught the attention of one blue bird,
And finally settled onto some green turf.
The warbler sang the tale to a bard,
And the old man retold it to a jock.
The garish jock listened in tears,
So he passed the story from ear to ear.
Meanwhile, the seeds started to sprout,
By the late June, they reached the cloud.
Due to their grand stature and august carriage,
The blue bird built a nest among the foliage.
So now we had two trees of the same kind.
Apart as their boles were, their branches twined.
Upon the harvest, they yielded peach of luck,
Pear of brotherhood, and orange of love.
(To Be Continued)
