It’s rooted inside him
he’s a dove carrying an olive branch
a tree planted by the omnipotent
jesus died for him
for the world!
yet civilization thrives, ignorant of their savior
salvation is inherent upon grasping the gravity of His donation
they don’t understand
they just don't understand...
why…?
“Jesus died for your sins, please… it’s the word of God!”

As he drives home at the end of the day,
mournful for the witnesses who neglected his call,
listening to music somewhat static,
and finding wonder in the familiar sunset,
he thinks:
Maybe tomorrow, someone will hear me