My Prayer For The Earth

I worship the trees and the birds They are churches and the priests Telling that I pray in vain They are being destroy by the g-dless And so-called Christains But I pray anyway because there's a g-d I see them in a child's face And hear it in a voice singing verses Of hymns, ancient and comforting I hear the birds sing their arias And the swaying trees As leaves fall unto the wet soil The rain echoes my prayer For the earth to renew itself Then, watch the daffodils break through And worshipping the sun's spring