The Preacher.

Can you hear that?
How the wind sings?
The whistles of birds?
The soft rustle of leaves?

Can you hear what the world says?
The soft warmth of the sun caressing your backs?
The slow cascade of sweat down your brows?
The red of the earth you till as it weeps?

Do you feel this rhythm?
Of nature's divine sounds?
Of the flowing rivers warring our lands?
This sweet commotion that engulfs us?

Do you see this beauty?
The splendour that is the blue sky?
The divineness of days long and sunny?
If not brother, I only ask why?

Why do you not see the magnificence that is life?