Mother Church vs. modern liturgists

LET

THEM

HAVE

LIGHTNING

Let them be

Let them be

Said the cloud to the tree

As they huddled under her soft pine boughs.

Let them explore

The forest's fine floor

And not to ignore

Ways and hows.

The tree, "I protect

So in safety inspect

And they'll learn to respect

Nature's nows."

So my thunder is loud

But how bad's a soft cloud

Mother Trees are so proud

You're all sows.

So to pastures cloud floated

Quite mad he emoted

An struck silver-bolted

Dumb cows!