There will be wars and rumors of more
The earth will shake in strange places
Seas will flood the land in times of drought
These are the beginnings and have been
Nations will fight nations to be the head fool
Empire after empire will retire and descend

Towers will build themselves and fall
Trees without roots growing too tall
Fires will burn and consume the remains
To warm the widows and children of the flame
In the midst is a stream of endless supply
Being replenished from an open sky

The rocks cry out as the people hide
Creation morns for the day of revelation
The piper plays and people dance hands raised
The elements are displayed and the plate passed
The first of seven as seven fades
Still the stream flows from somewhere inside

There is something within the creation
That has need of the creator and the Son
Those who deny the need feel the pain
And out of the pain try to explain the rain
Within our hearts the root has been planted
Watered by the stream of an endless dream

© 2023 Tim D. Coulter Sr.