From the sky the raindrops came
seeking the warmth of the brown soil.
Thirstily the earth drank them,
Wetting its parched lips.
The flowers laughed,
Faces turned toward the heavens.
The great tree drew them to its heart,
It had known they would come.
seeking the warmth of the brown soil.
Thirstily the earth drank them,
Wetting its parched lips.
The flowers laughed,
Faces turned toward the heavens.
The great tree drew them to its heart,
It had known they would come.