When the world seems to be lost in thirst
the heavens seem to uncloud at last.
Alas! If it was a little late
What would become of this pretty budding rose on the path astray
no sin has she written upon herself to be left thirsty.
What would become of these pretty orphan urchins crying, lying on the streets of poverty
was it their destiny to be rich enough only to beg for being as much rich.
What would become of this lovely forest which is a victim of wildfire from the assault of human negligence
was it just the fate that the forest, that sheltered tens of civilizations in the long past, making us to be what we are now, has to end this way.
What would become of this mother leafbird and her little family, which needs the mother to carry water for all of them
even for a beautiful bird, its dense plumage cannot be her entire camoflauge from danger.
What would become of this pristine lake thats going dry, wailing helplessly looking at its dying eco-habitants
for there might be 97% water on earth, which doesnot conclude in anyway why this lake should go dry and die.
Alas! If it was a little late.
But wait, it wasn’t. It wasn’t late. And think not it was
just in time. It was in time, but not just.
Nature understands the Nature.
Likewise the Pure, the Pure.
So wise the Truth, the Truth.
yes, the heavens uncloud at last.