Chosen

Flowers blossom bough to bough,
Pollen unseen cloud fields
Strapped to bees knees, gold;
Fruits unripe cradle seed
To ripen, succulent and gleam
With winds of change, the sands of time,
A clock within ticks and chimes


Waters run, babbling gay,
Wooded creeks and streams,
Running the lengths of land, flow
To join rivers and seas,
Cycling through sky and earth,
Showering down as rain
With winds of change, the sands of time
The clock within ticks and chimes


Creatures all, great and small,
Run free amidst the land,
Bound free, by invisible will,
In law, order and peace
All work by a rhythm divine,
With winds of change, the sands of time,
As the clock ticks on and chimes


Man alone, proud and feared,
Stands exempt to the chime,
Free to sin, cheat and lie,
And to repent, plead and cry
Through the winds of change, the sands of time
He stands alone bent, withered,
His back broken, forever he bows,
By Choices he Chose.....




Vivek