Echoes of Time

Who made? The blooming flowers! The trumpeting elephants! The magnificent, endless sky! The being turning against His Word Pay attention To the Horn of time A stone flew out of the night And I captured...did you? Landed on the rooftop, Rattled down like machine-gun fire Symbolizing... And behold I saw lambs Following a mother goat, I heard the cat roaring And the lion purring Only a few kept their identity A few took the thorny way The majority misled By the pretending Wild Beast Edging towards flame Where will one be? For the Echoes Of Time Are Audible