the art of rituals

You don't come

Hanging on the pole

Feel the sun god

Shining in gold

Once it was

The ancient prayed

The Sun god ruled

The light of abundance

Now it hardly happens

The ancient rituals died

So are the art gone

Maybe in arts building

The sculptures and portraits

The books and writings

The vintage stories

Many hardly read at all

The sun still shining

The art of rituals missing

Now we know who is God

The praying stay within