The rain it pours
and the lightning lashes.
Each season comes
and each season passes.

The cycle of life,
the cycle of death,
neither will stop,
neither will rest.

The tree, it stands tall.
The branches, they sway.
The tree, it teaches
we can all be this way.

I stand in shelter,
still in the rain.
Inescapable
is nature’s pain.

And, just the same,
is nature’s light.
Through lacy wings
air finds its delight.