The clouds swirl around the hills
Dripping over the mountaintops like icing
Deep greys fill the sky
The rain bursts and floods the earth
The land drinks in every last drop
While seeds prepare themselves
For their day of awakening
Surely the fruit will come
Just as surely as the earth and rain
Do their creative work
All I have to do
Is pluck it from the branch
Then taste and see
That it is good