Ode To the Man Above: a Psalm and a Prayer

September ambience descends Hear the symphony of birds Someone authored their choruses And rearranged their notes. Clumsy crimson clouds Forming faces like crazy clowns Faces of you ,the unknown and I That cry a thousand tears when sad River ripples rich rhythms Visitors from below seen at the banks A salmon overstayed its welcome Now a happy meal for the eagle. Blossoms brightly bringing blessings Sun leaves no trail but the moon Perfectly swirled in a billion stars Of vibrant colours that enchants Sky serenade simply sensual Yes ! The owl even feels it Hoots as it flies below the busy grounds Squirrels run for cover. I wish on a shooting star as it fades Streaking across the skies tonight I'm awed by its sheer beauty Ah Onyame! Thy works marvels Thine eyes hast seen it all Thou O Lord the greatest artist of all From thy works I draweth inspiration I pray thee you hear me once more The most high! The one who controls this all I pray to thee for hope To fuel our burning desire . I pray thee the land below the dunes Stay strong thru the wearying times No more wars no more bloodshed. I pray thou let we lead again Thy wish is we develop in freedom! Let the ignorance blind tumble down in defeat And the oppressors run in despair I pray we live in unity nativity and comfort I pray thee of the highest heavens Let thy peace reign And bless the rains in Africa To thee i solemnly pray Hear thy Ode Hear thine prayer