Colin F. Jones

US!

All the tall trees from wind lean to the east
Major rivers flow the same way to the sea
All who feed and drink from them are leased
The capillaries and the veins are you and me
Each tiny form ingredients of the whole
Cling to life as urgent as the wind
That strives to blow the seeds across the soul
That is the land on which we all depend
Palaces occupy the highest prominent slopes
Temples claim the prime and richest land
While round the basements people filled with hopes
Try to live their lives and understand.
Thus in our hapless state as we all must
We seek the maker to impart our trust