My wish

Men should pray to God for good not for evil.

In this lonely moon day
In the cool land by bay
On a stoop earth seat of clay
Let me, bring my wish a play

My dream of giant goal
With zeal to please my soul
In fate of succes hunt
Where dream makes the count

For me, I wish a dream
To feed, bask and suck honey stream
And tract of my due
Stay rumbling with fluid through

All greens who stood by me
Or the Sabre silly enemy
Shall come to dine till brim
Nay, not shall any pest go slim

I pray to thee for this be
For my eyes Search only for thee
Even when dark baked state I lay
There thy name I say and pray o lord.

Author's Note

Just a prayer, do you think it's cool