Prayer

The morning wakes to prayers

The rising sun, the passing moon

And everything is more beautiful

Even the grass are waving 

Hello

The dew having washed away the days previous’ strife

Remember how we almost didn’t make it, they say

Remember our exile

Our blooms turned to dried thorns 

And we almost became too harsh for this world

One turns to tumble with withered roots 

For talk of perspective and state marriage 

The day turns, granting redemption

: The modern signs of the god we killed

Resting in the presence of the eternal world

The trees trunk more detailed

Explains all of its storied rings 

Flower beckoning to the bees

But their counterparts remain

Untempted 

Their beauty removed from nature for an instant 

The ants are still scurrying along their tight rope

If it the journey or the destination

The shade tree seems weighted

In its blotting out of the sun

Its wiping away the rays 

And a cool wind blows a hand that rests of my shoulder

And calls, Love -

Lay heavy in the sun