We Ate the Fruit of the Tree

Formless and empty, waste and void
Darkness on the surface of the deep
You flew over the face of the water
Pondering the words you might speak

You trumpeted the light and whispered the firmament
Intoned the peaks and hummed out the plains
And you chuckled a bit as you spit out the fish
And quietly whistled as you folded the cranes

We ate the fruit of the tree
There's no undoing it now
There are thorns in the grass
And snakes on the path but
We'll have to make it somehow
We'll have to make it somehow

You put the sapling at the center of the garden and
Willed it to fruit with the changing of seasons and
You made the serpent and left the gate open and
You saw it coming but maybe you had your reasons

You saw that it was good, but was it too plain?
Maybe you were bored and had a penchant for games or
You meant to prevent it but the seventh day came and found you
Deep in slumber in a thundercloud bank

We ate the fruit of the tree
There's no undoing it now
There are thorns in the grass
And snakes on the path but
We'll have to make it somehow

We ate the fruit of the tree
There's no undoing it now
There are thorns in the grass
And snakes on the path but
We'll have to make it somehow
We'll have to make it somehow