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
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