Fiddling, fidgeting with, far-flung terrains; Mountains, plateaus and plains. Sometimes in fun, sometimes ferociously, Forever favourite of his own. Faltering man, foolishly crowned himself the greatest masterpiece By the Creator of all, Forwarded his fateful feet On far-flung, majestically spreading sand dunes. Gritty, coarse, fine, powdery, loose and grainy stuff Caught his greedy, selfish eye. Meddled with almost whatever pristine nature has to cater; Be it tall, sturdy, tall trees in the darkest woods, Clear, crystal water of untamed, undefiled rivers in ravines Or flowing down stout, sky-kissing mountain heights, Rocks or stones spread on earth's even, untouched expanses. Now walking on the powdered brown sugar, His mind was racing How to put a blanket of that brown candy floss to use, Since use and throw was the only policy he knew. Curiosity in him grew, Creativity in him being innate. He sat pondering on golden, shimmering, uniform sand, When he heard a sage pass by, Asking...