What if?
This is all there ever was.
The trees.
The soft breeze.
The birdsong.
And I thigh deep in the sing.
The shallow movement .
Cool in The high heat 
Born only to love this thing
Living in the green
And the bright light
Which softens into night.
Open like a bloom
A child of the womb.
Garden and delight.

What if we were never expelled ?
This was just a lie we were told.
So it could be rationed and sold to us
Bit by tiny bit
We were starved for it.

The fooled us 
So they could rule us.

But we are still here.
It never went away.
Just closed our eyes to the day.

What if the knowledge that we sought
Wasn’t all the was?
And we missed the part for the whole.
What was beyond the word, before the word.

What if it is still right infront if us?
To grasp to hold.
To heal us 

What if it’s been here all along?
Just waiting for us to sing our song?

What if?
This is all.
And it is enough.

(This is also a great prompt and could go many different directions. On another day I might write another poem)