The rain fell softly on arid plains, while rocks and mountains slumbered. <br />Petals opened and and fell, and became one with the dust <br />Clouds, storms, the primary elements and sunlight <br />Lightning to make the primeval soup just right. <br /> <br />Perfection weeps alone. When man came along <br />He was not alone. fruitful, he multiplied. <br />Abiogenesis is far from Genesis hmm <br />From Genesis to Revelation then Gabriel left <br /> <br />When perfection weeps, deserts can bloom <br />Some ancient artefacts in the desert were destroyed <br />By the unknowing; sometimes perfection hurts <br />That is the greatest mystery of modern man <br /> <br />As to why destruction preceds construction; as to why <br />Killing preceeds healing; as to why greed precedes need. <br />As to when wisdom and wise people will lead the world <br />As to when the rich and the poor will look up at the same sky <br /> <br />The world was the perfection that wept; <br />The world was then what came about while Brahma slept; <br />What is the secret that legends have so crafitly kept? <br />Perfection weeps, perfection is weeping, perfection wept. <br /> <br />Copyright: Rani Turton <br /> <br /> <br />The chronology is far from perfect in this poem...<br /><br />Rani Turton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-perfection-weeps/
