Soft shall be the calling of flowering trees that speak in rain
So it is now as I watch by the side of the way
Listening to the softest drops attain
A hush of silence as they fade

These flowers alone carry a mysterious splendor
Passing surprise into what I know
Pouring their calling out to hearts in wonder
Breathing new life as they go

In my heart of hearts, I hold a love to hear this call
Softly speaking with truth so sweet
Pouring out, as each drop falls
From flowering trees
In crystal sheets

Soft shall be my reply to flowering trees that speak in rain
As I brush my cheek against their splendor
I will always want their drops of calling to remain
As I watch by the side of the way
In silent wonder