Restoration
Internalize the beauty which
surrounds your sacred place;
reach out and touch the breeze as it drifts by.
Caress creation's origins
imbued with nature's face
and hear our Mother praise you with her sigh.
The riddle in the middle
contemplates the truth of man
for therein lies the balance all men seek.
Abandon not pure nature but
accommodate the plan;
it gathers all the glory of the meek.
Rejoice in every choice you make
that strips away the blight
to bring about a righteousness revealed
through truth of purpose found in great
old prophet's perfect sight;
one day the earth, in beauty, shall be healed.
Yet danger often hovers like
a lover in the pit
where accidental evil waits its turn -
so delve within yourself to find
perfection in the fit;
the prophet's oratory says to learn!!
No matter what a label or
a fable may direct,
reach out to relish reason in your mind;
this search for truth began before
the Pharaohs did neglect
all signs the mighty Tigress left behind.
Through Persian and Egyptian reigns
the truth has faced its fears,
which forged the futile fumbling found today.
Mankind has been immersed in loss
and shed too many tears,
no longer can we hope or even pray:
So activate the intellect
and then dissect each part
of complex continuity we breed;
let man and nature come as one
to greet the final start -
in restoration of our fertile seed!!
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