I try to picture a girl

Through a looking glass

See her as a carbon atom

See her eyes and stare back at them

See that girl

As her own new world

Though a home is on the surface, she is still a universe

Try to picture the man

To always have an open hand

See him as a giving tree

See him as matter

Matter fact he's not a beast

No not the devil either

Always a good deed doer

And it's laughter that we're making after all

The call of the wild is still an ordination why

And the order of the primates

All our politics are too late

Oh my, the congregation in my mind

Is this assembly singing of gratitude

Practicing their living for you