• Trees lush with green all around

    Light sounds against the ground

    Drip, drop, here and there

    It falls to the ground without flair

    It pours from the clouds, feeding

    The trees that start to sing

    Of that life they will bring

    To the following morning

    It slams harder and harder

    Without remorse, indirectly murder

    The dirt dies, reborn into mud

    Trees soaking, never a flood

    Next morning, sunny and bright

    The sun with a never ending light

    Shone on the forest, brimming

    Now the forest has a new ring