Dripping, dripping, ever so slowly,
flooding the fields of flowers below.
Strands of grass, never to be lonely,
standing and falling in row.

Treetops descending, crooked and bent,
trailing the paths, having been spent.
Dripping, dripping, ever so slowly,
tears of clouds and tears of worry.

Is it the wind??
That blows branches array??
Or is it the sin??
That causes leaves to fly stray??

Lowering, lowering, bright and pink,
stars in the sky causing hands to link.
Dripping, dripping, ever so slowly,
basking in sadness and basking in glory.