So God is dead

So God is dead

Or so I read

And Man will follow

Maybe tomorrow

But how can this be?

For life I still see

And cows look at me

With eyes that are part

Of life's divine art.

Flowers will follow

The Sun tomorrow

Across sky's of blue

Creating life new

They will not wallow

In their own sorrow

Opening their heads

Without fear or dread

And nature will bow

To God, Man and cow.