The God of Cloud

The moon is browsing through the mountains
skimming the rivers
hurdling the sheep and bulls
She also takes the worship from wolves
or bears or owls
as the only accompany they have in the nature nights
She might have listened to billions and billions of prayers
from grass to high forms of life
but all she could do
just let the wind rain snow or hail
to sing their prayers
That's the God of mine