Adam And Eve...

Remember Adam and Eve,
The pair born in paradise?
To them, would you believe,
Even that would not suffice?

The warning had been stern,
And they'd both winced,
'That fruit you shall spurn,'
His words hadn't been minced.

Traipsing through Eden,
They did find the tree,
Which seemed to be laden,
With the sweetest fruits to be.

Though the fruits hung low,
Neither stretched a hand,
For it did still eerily echo,
His forbidding command.

Each passing day,
Taking a scenic route,
Watching branches sway,
Relishing a different fruit,
Cherishing the floral club,
Of butterflies and bees,
They'd arrive at the hub,
And the fruit would tease;
Forced to feign to snub,
It festered, did their unease.

Silence sired a 'Why?'
After each reprisal of the act,
Yet, he wouldn't deign a reply,
Would the King of the tract.

Even the eternal spring,
To them, turning insipid,
The fruit did finally wring,
Out of them, the intrepid.

The fruit was theirs,
Their temptation freed;
'No longer my heirs,'
He wrathfully decreed.

Ignorance wasn't bliss,
It rabidly gnawed at the pair,
And the wisdom that was his,
He was insecure to share.

Could any price for curiosity,
Ever be conceivably too high?
When banished from His city,
They heaved no contrite sigh.