The Collection
The Collection
Thunder, lightening and the wind,
Are the elements of the King.
Water, soil and the fire,
Are the joys of desire.
How the waters were collected,
The King had beautifully selected,
Then buds were put in the gallery,
For which there is no rivalry.
Then He sat down and pondered,
To add some gems to the Molded.
Adam and Eve were then introduced,
His glory was made not reduced.
From the ashes once was made,
The Glory of the King of Sage.
Another time the man will meet,
The ash of earth will hold the meat.
Let’s be of help and love for us,
Let’s be of order but chaos.
The mission is to love and like,
The sun, the moon, and the light.
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