Child bending over flowers:
a perfect picture of Pre-Lapsarian
innocence; the product of a painter’s
palette and a yearning for
the simplicities of life
before the long fall from grace.
Oh, child—you do not know,
nor should you, that you,
like the flowers, will fade
and lose your bloom.
Smell the blossoms while you can;
enjoy your short-lived honeymoon.