In paradise before death

Before its announced
before the cloud change colors
before apple trees
there are rivers with no beds
languages with no loud words.

In that old tale book
live the place it all started,
where the wars begun
Where the molding inspired
what name you call, so be it.

There holds not a time
its walls are firmaments make
its grounds are on air
what you call it, so be it
but the name remains the same

Ruddapoet