River of Justice

The rods spread dimensions and light To the eye they are delight What is beneath them is Of great knowledge bliss They are beautiful flower That yields decent amount of power However they grew from pot of dead That makes me sad To get rich we all have to fight Often times fight is not light And in this endless fight to survive Naturally the sin will thrive Many paths will lead astray And opposites even more astray I want my balance of justice to survive And thrive Something that grew from the soul But not pot of dead Something mesmerizing Bringing tears of joy not being sad Where desert is I wish to create bliss By turning river to nourish struggling tree That is I hope rivers’ destiny Justice I guess That my soul would bless I want nothing less Than true meaning in meaningless