Are we like the rainy day

That falls from the clouds

Into the lake high on a mount

A moment we lay and look at gods face

caught in a current taking us to¿ stream

our trip through branches and rivers

Rolling and carrying over of rocks¿

Making them smooth as we rush along

Over falls of immense heights to¿ whirlpools below

To recover and nurture¿seeds in need

along for life as we hurry and go¿on our way

Drawing gold silver and mud to the shores

And at the end we are washed fresh and clear

Clean tasting to mix with the salty sea

To become what we were all along

the all composites of the fish laden sea

do we rise into the clouds one storming night

to be deposited again into the lake whence we came