The Work of Works

He saw the flowering apricot

Bloom above a bed of snow

And questioned why mankind forgot

To love such beauty so.

"I walk your garden day and night

To see the wonders breaking there,

The startled geese in squadron flight

Signing the wintry air."

He said as we walked the leafless wood.

The bright persimmon's heavy yield

Brought joy to our pensive mood,

Aware earth shall be healed.

Still, ignorant of the rising sun,

Man plunders blindly beneath the stars,

When will the Work of Works be done,

Prophesied by Avatars?