Eden

There is a garden.
And in the garden there is a tree.
A tree as tall as can be.
That reaches to the brink of heaven,
With leaves as green as emeralds,
And bark as tough as stone.
Its roots are coils adamant,
That grip the earth in fury;
Its branches are the sky’s ornament,
Spreading in majestic glory,
The awful gaze of that tree,
As beautiful as can be.