The sand trickles as the wind flows
The leaves prickle once more
And the wind that takes the leaves and sand
Moves with the power to move land.
Sand that drains through the ocean
Uselessly still, lies on the bed
Uselessly still, to those frolicking within.
Sand that lies on the ends of roads
Swishing particles to and fro,
The cars they swish not worriedly.
These green apple leaves gazing on,
The source of life, they seem forlorn
Drooping, drooping, they meet the sky.
These brown leaves sleeping on
Crushed, leaving their joyous years behind
Crinkled, leaving joyously to greet the Divine.
And cool wind blowing,
Like water for a ground of burning coal
Like sparks in a blanket of snow.
And cool wind breezing,
Befriending the sailors, it sets to work
Rocking, rolling, down the sapphire wave, the ship rolls.
Wind, leaves and the sand,
Interconnected, Interdependent, Intertwined
Each with a purpose, good and bad
Each, a reflection of all existent on land.
A grain of sand solitary
Creates not a motion.
But when doubted is its power,
It merges with the wind.
A leaf of life sole,
Creates not a sound.
But when doubted is its power,
It merges with the wind.
Then Wind comes roaring gleefully along,
Whirling, zipping, stacking sand, stocking leaves
Uprooting earth beneath and trashing trees
Watch it scatter houses and shake beings
Feel it slap seas and crumble weeks.
Weeks they’ve crumbled in the wake of recovery
Weeks they’ve crumbled in the waste of recovery.
This crumble created,
through stacking sand, stocking leaves within,
By the wind with the power to move land.
As each grain of sand solitary,
As a sole leaf, and breeze transparent
Seldom a creation alone.
As is each Being of this land,
Albeit a wonder,
Seldom creating ripples alone.
To live in harmony
To live with love
To live in unity with will,
Lays the land for many a revolt,
Stacking our sands, stocking our leaves.
Interconnected, Interdependent, Intertwined
Each being, a reflection of another on land.
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