The bench was empty…

That day it seemed strangely quiet, as if the streams had suddenly
stopped, the flowers had withered, and the birds had flown away.
At the time of the evening hour, they had always waited at the bench
for their Visitor.

Just the night before they had heard the sound of Him walking in the
garden.
And now a voice was heard, “Where are you?” And Adam said “I heard
Your voice, and I and my wife were afraid, and ran and hid!