I hear a song...and I hear it all day long
It\'s a song only I believe I can hear
It is truly a song of songs
Some like to avoid the song,
Sleep on the song
Get mad at the song
But I hear the song
The song is loud
The song quiet
The song is ugly
The song is violent
The song is beautiful
The song is proud
The song is graceful
The song lives in the clouds, but
There will come a day when I don\'t hear
This song as often
The plants won\'t be as vibrant
The sky won\'t look as bright
The soil won\'t be as moistured
The roots will shrivel tight
Just what is this song and how can it affect
So much of our surroundings?
Why can such a song be so beautiful yet destructive?
Can it really be hard to tell?
It\'s easy..it\'s simple: The rain from the clouds have fell...