You...

A billion strokes of brush He made;

The crimson Sun bled rivers of red;

None could He ever get it right,

Then You came, a Creator's delight.

The mornings became dazzling days;

The nights basked in milky moonrays;

The drizzles became offerings of rain;

The eve' zephyr became a gale untamed.

You stood there, unaffected and still,

Eclipsed the stars, maddened the wind.

Sun blamed the night; night the Moon.

The Earth and the Seas smiled;

They knew, what made the Sky swoon.

(C) Siddhartha, 2014