Bloom into End - Poetry
For years altogether no one,
Ever came across it,
Or thought of it,
Never wanting to do,
What could not be done.
The season was here,
Blooming into the end,
Of all life forms as they are,
To the end that is true.
It was the time of change,
For it was,
As always it was to be.
Years passed by,
Before it was a common knowledge,
Of the things that came to be,
The elders met together,
For the way forward was sprinkled with fire.
It was a pot of gold,
Buried deep within,
That brought it forth,
A new beginning.