Falling,
tumbling,
whirling through the air,
eternal circling,
that is my purpose.
to moisten the parched ground
to bring life to the burned forest again
to cascade and tumble through a cave
to give
to take
to fall
to rise
to quench the raging thirst of the world
to rush through the quiet forest
I am the rain,
the rushing waterfall,
the gurgling mountain stream,
the peaceful lake,
the foggy mist,
the mighty river,
the gentle sea-
