The Fall is in The Air

Church bells rang, and songs are sang.
the claims of truths are proclaimed
to justify the living terrain.
At the same time somewhere on the plain
temples, mosques, and synagogues must be making their claims
in their God's name to proclaim the truth as they claim.
it all seems like a delusional hallucinogenic game
to keep the minds in reign.

It has been raining all morning
rain drops are touching the ground,
and making the sputtering sound
reminding the nature's reign.

heart keeps beating
to keep up with the rain
in synchronous with every breath
that I take to fill the brain
with songs of rain.

Prayers of the believers are over
as they leave the Church and it's clover

I follow the rain
the fresh air brisk by
as I come near a passing river
the fall is in the air
which has nothing to do with the morning prayer
but don't tell this to the believer,
if you want to live....and not shiver.......