The Good Seed

When Adam threw an apple core
He knew before it left his hand
Exactly where the fruit would land.
He ran to reach that place before
God had a chance to seize the seed.
And, sure enough, there grew a tree,
Just as he wanted there to be.
His satisfaction with his deed
Led him to find the garden gate
And set off through the wider world.
He left behind the snake that curled
Around the tree. He would create
A place—Jerusalem, some say—
Imprinted with his mind, his heart,
His soul, where nature would be part
(No more) of doing things his way.
He knew for sure with every burst
Of energy things would work out.
Yet ever since men share a doubt
That maybe God had got there first.