The way of twelve

As first of all, a point was made.

The pointing stick reposed afraid,

and sticking out, the pointed at,

it certainly did pass to that.

As number two, a flag stone found,

made use of, so that all around

that thing was not on table put,

as vital as the second foot.

As number three, there was a bowl,

such of importance as the owl,

as comforting and caring for

and as if it could hold some more.

As number four, there was a case,

and taken home, it all to face.

A box was made, the cave was done,

and liberty was by that won.

As number five, rod measuring

was made, for fun and treasuring,

a ruler, as the thumb on hand,

and as the coming home of land.

As number six, a value set

made worth, as happiness was met,

and also semi-gods, to poor,

who was not able to make door.

As number seven, one made fire.

Shook up, one did, was not for hire

in question of to be at ease

and mattering, to be at peace.

As number eighth, one made the grade

of having something truly made.

The cooking mastered was a go,

and chefs were made by doing so.

As number nine, one made the heart,

and by the heart, the joy of art.

The tribe was formed, the fun of two,

and by that, love to neighbour too.

As number ten came ownership.

A longer stick will further trip.

Authority was made and done

and pointing to it was the son.

As the eleven came the shelf,

exiting as to child the elf.

And layers made was science clear,

and not much then was there to fear.

As number twelve was theory,

and overview, and harmony.

Itself in shelf it could be placed,

for one to keep, and be amazed.