Retrograde
A waterfall and the grassy knoll, a gently flowing spring, the orchard overflowing, bountiful in the feast, plentiful and ripe, to soothe the savage beast, with nature's harvest presented, how could she forsake when tree and vine, bush inclined more than she could take.
Knowing gluttony is a sin, but the fruit so sweet she could not indulge enough, with all that I could eat, gorging on grapes, devouring dates, figs, apples, apricots, and fruits she could not recognize, but still, she ate.
Soon the crying storm would come in greed. She had to find shelter, but the thunder faded, and never did rain fall entranced, intoxicated the forest no longer threatening, nor bothered by being nude. Deligh
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