Grey clouds gather plump and perfect above my crown A moment of silence held sacred by the birds A moment to settle before I am washed away
Rainfall rolls soft and supple from our mother sky With gentle thanks do the leaves cup the sweet nectar With ancient thirst the soil drinks her in
Dirt darkens wet and washed within our mother earth Eyes open and breath rolls slow and low like thunder Eyes close and senses gather up her scent
Full flowers sway sweetly beneath a rockabye breeze Petals dance gracefully to the beat of each drip drop drop Petals lace their fingers together and bow in prayer