The Monastery Song

Drowsed Drowsing in the burning sands Where nano cattle climbed Each sand, a rock. This be the garden of the monastery. During drear day I smell no odors But as dusk revels and then subdued On his chariot silent to his Place drives Odors from the soil arise. These odors of nano science be as of the early night. And towards mid-night heightened thus And as commixtured thus The odors the sanctity of the monastery Invade running the corridors Creeping behind closed Where monks sleep and dream and snore. Till coming of First Lights, the Dawn The odors crept away and stayed no more.