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.