Sheets of rain on window pane and sky lit black through muddy day.
Darkness comes and darkness rolls through pillowed tops and natures folds.
On mountain top I sing my song through hills and trees and valley long.
Birds I see in trees so high through leaves and branches I watch them fly.
I hear chittering bugs oh so small through hollowed log and tunnel wall.
Natures song I love so well through brambled tracks it casts its spell.