Forbidden Orchard

On the lee of the rainbow which conquers the sky,
When the rains of the storm have subsided,
Is an orchard forbidden to each mortal eye,
On the place where this world was divided.

In the garden of daybreak, the crane and the swan
Perch like statues on mirror-still waters.
In the warming embrace of the immortal dawn,
They escape from man's vices and slaughters.

This sweet land is a haven from all of mankind,
A protection from all worldly places,
Where the blesséd and fortunate journey to find
Some reprieve from the mortal disgraces.

Yet a dangerous shadow may fall on this view,
Sometimes even eternity falters,
When the beauty is sacrificed, veiled in the dew,
Like the blood as it flows from the altars.

For the beauty and power that's horded within
Is a gem that the greedy desire,
And each sullied and tainted step there is a sin,
Which then burns at the Orchard like fire.

And yet something else lingers beneath all the trees,
Like the nurturing roots, only deeper,
And their eyes are the willows, their voice is the breeze,
While they creep like a dream on the sleeper.

Every time that the Orchard's polluted by those,
With their eyes only set on her prizes,
Then the Orchard herself notes which way that he goes,
And another of her spirits rises.

They will see the despoiler is punished for good,
And the Orchard remains ever hidden,
For the taint of mortality, just as it should,
Is a sin that is harshly forbidden.