The Stick

I tossed a stick up in the air To watch it fly around I waited for that stick to fall Before me on the ground It must have been a special stick That did not make a sound For when I searched the ground ahead That stick could not be found I never did retrieve my stick That disappeared that day Perhaps the stick was mad at me For throwing it away The moral of the story is Be careful what you say For if a stick can resurrect Then you should learn to pray.