I stationed on a heightened tower,
And was startled by the groans I heard;
The beauty of nature was crying,
Though dressed in stunning ambiance!
The array was like the entourage of Sheba,
Arranged in excellency of a palace,
Yet, strange tunes came to hearing!
Aye! Something is wrong.
I looked towards the deep sea,
And waves roared at me,
Like I was the enemy preventing her rest,
Yet the waters were in loving blue,
And the fishes seemed healthy and proud,
The cloud above graced in her similitude,
And the tide swung to and fro.
Aye! The wave roared as though I was the enemy!
I turned to the cloud and her firmament,
And immediately she started weeping,
It was unusual since the sun was awake and present,
But she dozed-off all of a sudden,
Then came up again.
I thought deep what was happening,
What could keep creation in groaning?
Then the wind answered bitterly "man".
Then my gaze fell upon humanity,
Of whose class I belong.
They were busy building little kingdoms,
In a world almost out of course.
Man hasn't been fair to creation, Aye! For though his fall was universal,
He has made salvation personal,
Building little kingdoms and crafting domains,
While creation is in groaning, awaiting his manifestation; that transcendency.