House of cards

House of cards
Has been an eternal challange
Takes immense patience
With concentration
Dedication
And collection.
And there
A slight wisp of breeze
Blows the beauty away
The hard work, the toil
It all lies flat
Calling to be built
Again.
House of cards
Is not everyone's cup of tea
It is only attempted
By those who love to be free
Free from attachments
And rigidities.
They just believe to create
And they understand
That destruction is
Part of the game.
Every time the house falls
They pick up the clay
And mould it afore
Every time
Better than the last time.
The house of cards now stands
All beautiful
More complicated,
More modulated
Ready for The next blow of wind
Ready to be re-built.