They drew great pictures on the ground

Carefully charted, calculated accurately

Too large for mortal eyes to understand

But these were not for humdrum men

These were for the gods

Looking down from their lofty thrones

on men like insects scurrying about

decorating the earth to show the divine

that they understood, they were listening.

The wise ones told the people

That the gods could see all

That the gods knew

The world is music, harmony of the cosmos

It was important to show them

The people knew, the people believed

The people in tune, in song and dance

With the symphony of the land

So they crafted their pictures

And told to the heavens

The story of their faith.