Behold the crystal orchard, wrought by hands of men,
Digital trees aligned in artificial glen.
No wind here stirs, nor root is grown,
Each plant and seed is machine sown.
A world of buzzing mirrored glass,
With artificial fruit and grass.
There lustful cherries tempt the eye,
And apples gleam with envy’s lie.
Mangos of greed, so round, so bright,
Yet empty hearts consume their blight.
Pears of pride rise in rows,
Their hollow sweetness we all know.
Plums of wrath flare red and sharp,
And grapes of sloth hang still, and dark.
Figs of gluttony plump and vain,
Feed neither flesh nor soul’s domain.
No seed shall sprout, no sap shall flow,
No blessing comes from man-made grove.
Each fruit a lie, each tree a snare,
Designed to trap you unaware.
The orchard hums with wires and code,
A paradise of machine node.
Man lingers here, drawn by desire,
Finding nothing, and after fire.
But once there was a garden true,
Where rivers ran and light shone through.
By Word twas made and Spirit hovered,
Adam to tame and Eve to mother.
But now the hands of man do make
A hollow Eden, made of bait.
So turn away from false delight,
From crystal fruit and endless night.
The living Tree alone sustains,
The risen King enthroned now reigns.
“No seed shall sprout, no sap shall flow,
No blessing comes from man-made grove.” my favorite lines. 🤍 everything good comes from Above.