Eden. A Mountain blocked the Tornado It is moved, we’re cold, thin Confused, goose-bumped in Eyes watering to brims How do we get back? Our natural shield Your eves deep with valleys rich The streams that sprung from rocky feet, All high and steep The Tree in which we nest'd and lived In shading leaves The storm that raged, The branches that swayed then blocked the rays The river that swelled and took the flood You burst your banks that we might stay Shielding us from harm’s way? Now that you’ve left We need cotton vests Sheepskin boots from the west Food, fuel, fiscal policies Exchange rates, indifference curves and monetary policies, Sketched pilot schemes to pick what’s best. Would we have got it right? Or you’d looked at us in delight! Affection works both ways We learn this at the end of our day As we sink weary knees to offer you praise The night curtains barely shielding our faze We look at your life from a somewhat...
