A Little Girl's PRAYER

Grant the moment, the lovely moment

That i may lean forth to see

The other buds, the other blooms,

the other leaves on the tree..

That i may take into my bosom

the breeze that is like his brother,

but stiller, lighter whose faint laughter

Echoes the joy of the other

Above on the blue and white cloud-space

There are small clouds at play.

I watch their remote, mysterious play-time

In the other far-away

Grant i may hear the small birds singing

The song that the  silence knows...
(The Light and the Shadow whisper together,

the lovely moments grows,

Ripples into the air like water

Away and away without sound,

and the little girl gets up from her praying

On the cold ground.)