As I look into
the sky each day,
A voice inside me
seems to say,
"Pray."
I see the lovely
trees around me.
Even they
seem to say,
"Pray."
The big mountains
look so stable,
They seem to
tell me,
"Pray."
So I bend down prostrating,
with wildflowers surrounding me,
And together, we
Pray
- Farah Baig Karipineni
