Hyman

Hyman When speaking in hymns Our thoughts Aline To the events of time Forming it's own, in ryhme Like a serenade upon boats Around a pond of souls Fishing in the moonlite midnight Apon a harmony of insights Calm before the storm, Like water droplets, and how they form In new shape, old life is born Catching fish, nipping at pieces as they sworm The crickets, the frogs and all other bugs Speaking the same language, already dug Heat flashes of lightning illuminate God's harbor Moon shines the fish on light of a marker Poles cast then reeled until the pull gets harder Nature's serenade to humans, delight for the hymners