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A Heavens Prayer
There was a man on the field
resting his head calmly on the trees rustic trunk,
didnt look too old or either too young
drumming his pale hand on the solid ground,
peaceful peace oh peaceful peace
he sung in angelic voice with all his heart and vanished like a dream.
The tree sulked with his absence
after listening to this amazement,
thought he was a worlds solution
to the worlds war obsesssion,
remembered his words, sang his lullaby
with others joining in, instigating a revolution.