Wheel Of Time Poem by aryaindia india

to the return of ancient values
Like time that is a Wheel
A circle, returning to the same point
Old Age values shift to newer ones
Now more in tune with Nature
We return to ancient wisdom
Primitive ways seem meaningful
Advanced is understood as destruction

We are at the very bottom
Of the darkest part of the Age
We have no option but to come up
Being in the Wheel of Time
In methodical and profound ways
Knowledge, the lamp post
Shows the way to enlightenment