Worship for the Waves, the Cricket, and the Dog

To worship,
Said the waves,
Is to thrash
And crash
Throwing oneself about wildly
Until reduced to a ripple
A passionate dance
For the creator.

To worship,
Said the cricket,
Is to fiddle fervidly to
Fill the darkness
With chipper music
In spite of burning limbs and
Bubbling fear.

To worship,
Said the dog,
Is to greet
My master
With a wag of my tail
And a cheerful obedience.