The fabric of space and time
has lent me a thread to find
It is of a Vedic weave
but of a nature
… one can not cleave
Within the lower hem
is hidden a precious gem
But search the garment down and ’round
… for riches of material greed
… is nowhere found
Yet in the search we gain
the wisdom right-as-rain
Bright as the morning sun
sparkling dewy glean
Clinging upon the blossom
of this embroidered scene