reflections on a puddle
there once was a puddle,
a wee little puddle was she, though at times, she was oceans, cascades, rivers and streams ... her life was filled when skies fell with rain, she carried their burden, never complained of the pain ... and when the skies, they dried their eyes, her life would oh, so slowly disappear ... and fade away ... until the rains, they came again, and when they came, her life became so full ... when oceans were born, and skies were torn and storming ... |
oh, round and round
the seasons go, rains they come, and rains, they go away, to come some other day, and on the way, they stop to feed wee ones who need their waters to live every day ... and the sun shines, the sun shines every day ... when the clouds come they open up, and then, the clouds, they blow away ... so, next time you're complainin' that the skies are always rainin' think of all the puddles whose lives have come, and gone, and come again, whose lives will always come, and go until rains, they blow away .... |
remember the sun shines,
the sun shines every day ... and when the clouds come, they open up, and then, those clouds, they blow, blow away ... round and round the seasons go, rains they come, and rains, they go away to come some other day ... and on the way they stop to feed wee ones who need their waters to live every day ... round and round the seasons go, rains they come, and rains, they go away ..., remember the sun shines .... |