It falls.
Falls into place and time
Flowing evermore into the grand design
Entrancing and conniving throughout stone and tree
Space looms great to seal the key
Without within withdrawal withheld
The scent that is but seldom smelled
Envelopes and assaults our every sense
Premonitions of a kind pretense
Yearning feelings calling out
Let us now relieve the drought
Brook trickle slender and slow
For now put end to eternal woe