Unseen

There are things that
          gently rave the placid plains
of Egypt
Never noticed
   Steadily
      They work.
        They wander
There are times and places
             steadily making their mold
  on us
Often rising
    Leaving
       Many things
               To ponder.
These things that gently rave the placid
                   plains of Egypt
These things that slowly mold
             our lives and our souls....