EVE IN PARADISE
Eve in Paradise ... doesn´t seem to be very happy, she wishes, that god would spend more time with her.
Eve complains
Oh sure, it’s lush, the trees, the skies,
the birds perform in perfect highs,
the rivers hum in major keys,
but God, why did you make all those flees ?
The apples gleam, the flowers glow,
the weather’s nice, no thrilling show,
a gal can only sit and sigh,
before she starts to wonder why...
Why no one talks? Why no one plays?
Why every day feels like the other days?
Why God just pops in, only now and then,
Then vanishes ... to “THINK" again ?
I talk to frogs. I chat with bees.
They’re sweet — but light on theories.
I’ve painted clouds and danced with deer,
But who’ll say “wow” or lend an ear?
I asked a tree to tell a joke.
It shrugged, then dropped a walnut oak.
I asked the stars for something deep —
They twinkled back... then fell asleep.
Why no good books? Why no café?
Why no new thoughts to float my way?
It’s paradise — they say it’s bliss,
But somehow, something feels... *amiss.*
Don´t want to fight, I don’t want pain,
Just someone else to share the rain.
A little talk, a little tease,
A mind to match me (please oh please...)
So if you’re listening, Mr. Lord,
and you’re not too busy, being adored,
make someone else for me to share my view,
I do not mind, if he looks like you.
I would not mind, if he looks
a little younger than you ...