Power The Destroyer

One evening a falling leaf laughed on me Said; I born to serve and served to thee We have the purpose of birth and death What purpose do you have? Tell to me! That was the last leaf of autumn that died. In front of that tree I stood with naked mind, When lifted the head, the tree stood nude! Sprouts were peeping to the dying Guide. Another week, I stood with surprise Beautifully clad, tree with its tiny leaves Called me nearer and nearer and said We do the work honestly, O you wise. Another day, came and said O purifier What you said to me, It's true, but One thing I must say, you are useful Dedicated only to us to make a pyre Before that, we, for our use, misuse The beauty and bounty of this earth We the blind Xavier of this holy earth ‘For the power we are the destroyer'