From a sky of gray

I with my brothers and sisters

Swiftly make our way

Crystal droplets of rain

Some oblong, some round.

Falling into both forest and field

Landing in brooks and streams

We begin our trek

To the distant sea.

Over rocks and cliffs

We go, some losing their way

Some absorbed by

The dry and hardened clay.

Yet, many of us survive

No longer rushing down

Mountain streams

But lazing our way

Down a river bed wide

Giving life a long the way

To both plants and trees.

Our number is fewer now

As we reach the sea

Leaving the fresh and clear water

And mixing with our brothers saline.

Drifting aimlessly for a day

Our Father the Sun comes to play.

We are born of the Sun

As we evaporate

Into our Mother's womb, the Sky.

Thus the cycle is complete

And crystal droplets

Never, ever die.