Chosen

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