A melon in flames roams the garden of Eden

Reaping the harvest of seeds that were sown

A trespass of thought, while souls are now beaten

Through the eagle’s great glory, a target is shown

Transformation of posture his weapons now leading

To survival and blood these debts are now owed

He locates his prey, a heart swiftly beating

Instinct now presiding, attack of the drone

On the crop of  a victor, the future is eating

Conquest of the banquet, contents now shown

The return of survival, for early day feeding

Scenting winds of the past, the breeze been blown

On perch of great terror, is providence seating

Directing the viewers of path to be flown

With departures’ now blessed, awake are now greeted

Cries from the guidance to scatter and grow

Warnings of danger, the direction is heeded

Now lead of bravery cautions to go