Monday, February 20, 2012

Apology / Eulogy

Here, once a tree stood.
All the artistry can't bring life.
It's wilted to wood.

Fawn hunted for sport,
designs the living-
pleasure from innocent source.

Sun draws the nature,
waltzes over the deep sea.
Moon shades the picture.

In this intriguing nest
am I a miscreant,
stemming the growth of colourful eggs?

We fail to see the paint.
The stroke of His brush
imbibed in each space.

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