Prayer

Prayer ***** The Moon is bright, In the eastern sky, The birds are flying, In the evening, The sun falls beneath, A big halo of time, With joy the birds fly, In group they caper With joy unbounded, From adistant site An abbot of recluse, Words of prayer hail the hour, The birds fly, jump and vault, Beneath the Moon, Above the Sun with delight, The chirping prayer of Heart, Of the birds Anonymous, Full of joyous thankfulness, Surpasses the tuneful song of Abbot, The routine-bound incantation, Full of expectations and Hopes. ******************