The Secret Obligation
Much is said about the Bow
God has put into the sky
the beauty of it's colours
that vainly posses the eyes
The curls of waves
that reach the shore
at times the making of hills
That men do often tame
and ride for fame and thrills
The taste of fruit
made by plants
That women gather for food
Covered by skin protecting within
the sweetness that we use
The perfume of the roses
reach the hearts
of those to whom they propose
The songs we sing
like bells ring that
call to one and all
The prayers we pray
each and everyday
produces all this and more
All the senses that God gave us
with which, He us, adores
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