Analysis of Worship and prayer.

Her head spun in the open air
while she was rocking in her chair
She didn't really have a care
But for her worship and her prayer
Her leaves bounced, her main branch bare
She spoke her words like a mothers glare
Bright in meaning bold eyes of dew there
Hosting a rainbow of birds who did tare
Each word of worship and of prayer
For a whispering God to stem her nightmare.
But she did not see the world out there
But sensed an angel touch her pare.
She spoke to the angel, who eased her varying her message on the air.