Poem -

MASTERY IN CREATION

MASTERY IN CREATION

Enough rain for one third land

From the clouds , the source -the sea.

The quantity varies -to scursity  ,

 Or over dosage - as to the area of the sea.

Hills, alternative, equalize the distribution,

Make vegetation lively.

Watch the waves , the back ward movements

Check the force of the speedy waves.

Birth and death paralise the numbers

No existence if one ceased.

The ready vegetation receives

Of what animals discharge ,

Opposite in the plants.

So accurate the distance of the sun,

The base of existence.

So dangerous , in both ways ,

If the position changes.

The salty water - the master digester,

Untold wealth in and out

Centre of hope of the multitude,

Still , no salty taste in the rain !

Sayed Thangal

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Jimmy Arnold

Greetings Sayed,

Masters of our own universe or are we mere dependants of nature, such as all other inhabitants to this planet. One disruption in the evolutionary chain of all life and it creates that dreaded domino effect of destruction of all....including mankind....What a great way to link all things as one, yet leaving the rain as pure and untouched as the heavens themselves, leaving its molecular make up interrupted only by the one place that, (evolution by man) was said to have began, (the salty sea), or did it???

Great poem sir,

Jim

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