The grass beneath a treeis content and silent.
A squirrel holds an acorn
in its praying hands
offering thanks,
it looks like.
The nut tastes sweet;
I bet the prayer added
to its taste somehow.
The broken shells fall on the grass,
the grass looks up
and says
"Hey"
And the squirrel looks down
and says
"Hey"
I have been saying "Hey" lately too,
to God
The formal way was just not working
Rumi
