Over this vast field of "knowledge"
The sky darkens and glares
Down on those who retrieve an ocean,
But not a drop.
"Seldom we find such things—
worth treasuring, worth destroying."
But when the Eye of the Creator
Becomes limited and lost,
Adam and Eve fall into misery.
Raindrops patter softly against the green
Each drop silently holding its own place in time,
But the Eye has become blind—
And Adam and Eve regret their niche in time,
given rise to the destructive Creator.