The Imbalancing Ruse

Fresh and serene droplets rest in galore As the dawn smiles on them to adore The tiny prettiness in spectral mode Downs from out of the heavenly abode ; In dainty drips and drizzles the elixir Enlivens and recharges the aqua-spur Beyond the brim and out of norm It sinks the floater and defaces the firm - Mounds or mansions,weed or tree Huge or little - are all toppled free ; Strange are the ways of the cosmic strain Be it the wind ,fire,tremor or rain Atop the floating debris and decay, The self-centred biped strides astray With a whimsy wand and febrile chill , Streching the vicious arm for infinite fill Of the precious trash ,never for any use; Yet as ' trade ' - the imbalancing ruse.