Above the canopy

 I looked up at the Canopy and cried father sky
Sky father so far from the undervalued earth
owner of futures none may see
bringer of the storms and tranquilities

The boughs of the trees holding it all up
The grey sky ready to weep again
Father sky do you see your small son
ambling with his mut

lost in these grand thoughts
Wanting to know you through
That life might manifest on a higher level
open my eyes my own eyes

Let them see far from these canopies
far from these mountains
yet let them stay here
To greet pristine mornings

you yourself colluded in creating
Father sky this year giving just enough rain
to keep all of this green
To stack the trees with snacks

So the simple man may pick
and celebrate long lost rites of simple survival
That this be the rudimentary prayer for the day
That it be blessed and transferred to the piece of me

The piece of me that wants to walk into tomorrow
with the same optimism as today