Frivolous Supplications

Often distracted by the lack of friends;

From being unemployed, and having no ends.

The afternoon is the current setting

For some momentary, present forgetting.

A distraction from this enslaving reality,

Attention is now shifted to triviality.

Looking at the timeless, strong trees;

Swaying with ease in the gentle breeze:

Their trunks are almost perfectly still;

Yet, they are growing each instant still.

Their branches reach further into the sky,

Hands outstretched to the heavens high.

With written supplications doing the same,

Then, working each idea seen, into this frame.

Distilling these conceptions further, and ever more;

To create compositions unadulterated and pure.

Drifting further into each observation,

Proceeding forward with little procrastination.

The clouds above drift along, high above, without a care;

In the daily daydreams, the essence is also up there.

Three sparrows hop along the ground,

Even the cloud dwellers must come down;

Still they chirp out such a joyful sound.

Smiling no matter the despair.

Grin becoming a pair of wings,

To fly with them through the cool air;

Amazed by what joy the flight brings!

Finding a source of great wealth:

In happiness and daily health.

Rich in written rhythmic composition,

And in lines of metered precision.

So in the afternoon, when lonely and alone,

To friendship in nature the heart has flown.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker