There was a group of people by the lake
the treeless shores and the arid breeze
The water lapped at the thin margin
They were worshipping
some standing some sitting some running
Worshipping life the ones they were given at birth
pondering their destinies trying to read the clouds
confused and certain all at once
The bare land throwing dust straight into the drink
Children using their cardigans to emulate birds
Praising their existence sending their gratitude
Blessing the grass and crumbly earth
Living inside their hope for even more life
Love and freedom, that never tangible experience
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