By Malcolm Little Black
Just take a keenly look at the Sun,
And dare to savour her naked intentions,
She desires only a light filled world,
With her being she makes the confession…
And same can be said of the Moon,
And the prettifying errands she runs,
Amid the struggle with the darkness,
She reflects the light beam of the Sun…
Cast your glance upon the Meadow,
Hear the lofty prayer it says for free,
That there may be a beautiful world,
Safe for Humans, Animals and Trees..
The Blue Ocean and the clap it makes,
The Pipits and the songs they weave;
Those are prayers that soar with ease,
An open secret tucked in their sleeve..
The Monkey swinging from tree to tree,
The Jelly Fish dancing subtly in the river,
The Squirrel bowing wholely to its nature,
The same for Flowers before they wither…
Solder Ants and the testimony they bear,
The Honey Bees buzzing their veneration,
The Mushroom beaming on a dead wood,
In the same manner they reel out their petitions…
Thus shall Man learn to put forth his prayers,
Not by pleading nor by prattling with words,
But by beseeching through joyful activities,
A prayer made living as evidenced in the world.
