Few only

The dawn of morning wakes the world

A light drizzle washes the thirsty earth

Nature is so simple

And yet complicated

The wind will cool you down the sun will warm you …

But man always wants more and more …

He has a slice of bread then he would like three

Maybe two he’ll throw away but he’ll show that he has more than you

You won’t meet anyone under the fig tree, Lord

It’s so poor and not today’s

Now only churches count

Buildings once beautiful now ugly

In which people talk and talk and talk….

You Lord are long gone there

But they don’t care

Some man is a god to them and there are as many gods as there are people

You have a sad face but sometimes seeing someone who sees you God beams with joy and love

Few only…

A light rain cools the thirsty lips

The soul is washed by your crystal clear gaze

We move on and the world hates us as it always has