The Sculptor and the Wind v1

The Creator walked out naked

on a desert plain

He said I've gotta make something

And get out of this rain

So

He mounded the clay,

And

He pounded the sand

Then

the anthill sprouted up!

In the form of a man

Om! He said Ommmmmm!

Then

The wind came along

And asked "what is his song?"

God you'd better get it right

Or that soul will be wrong

He said Oh! Don't you know

If the honor don't flow

Then the spirit don't grow

rooted trees from below

He said.

He said.