Nature has its way, from night to day, a cycle does provide
Water from the sea, raises to be, clouds that raindrops ride
Falling over all, in rivulets small, rivers are supplied
From the earth, to their place of birth, they return to where they died
Love\'s rain one can\'t restrain, to all it is supplied
Hard ground may spurn its return, but it will not be denied
Sand and clay it washes away, hard rock it will divide
Saturating the ground, where its found, leaving life behind its tide