In the deepest trenches in the mind, those depths of dark
you won't find,
Erupts a volcanic thought in the blink of eye, you'll know
what but never why.
Waters of logic try to drench and eat, such flames of thought
of a creative treat,
But it burns the waters to fumes white, and reaches out the
world after an unseen fight.
Breezes try to beat the fire; the thoughts almost vanish in
the modern mire,
Forests bred of orthodox waters try to put off; a dry husk
of better thought shall not laugh.
The husk blazes long after a sunset and in the green burns a
red carpet,
The thought walks over deep to the lake, and hurdles it too
like a walk over cake.
The holy waters and the dark forests submit, and soon a part
of the world shall be lit,
The light of such rendezvous minds shall ignite, lightening
the world more every night.
And soon shall the mankind glow, brighter and brighter as
the storms blow,
Letting us be better and wise, earning or saving a little of
the price.
Ignited in such minds are thoughts, that those think deep in
the unknown dark,
Rising against a ton downing plots, they cry out to the
world hark.
The waters shall be calm again, for they gain back the fumes
after rain,
And the mankind shall enjoy the gain; no such thought shall
go in vain.