II. Vain Attempts at Understanding

My canopy is usually above me,

continued protection from those heaving rains,

I adore my lush greenery,

tranquility is breeding in the forested landscape,

animals lie asleep,

and at times flourish in heat,

the whole scenario does give it to me,

that final feeling of much favored security,

but at the same hour a breeze,

a slightly different breeze,

will plainly throw the plans,

every and all plans-

even the master plan,

off its mounted pedestal,

now solely relying on reconstruction.