
Some times it snows
Swirling in white
Drifts in the night
Pearls of soft light
Some days it rains.
Wetness unceasing
Clouds are releasing
The heavens above
And some times the wind
Moans through the trees
Only heaven sees
How life will react
For life will go on
Regardless of me
Not till I cease to be
Will the world be set free
But always it shows
How godliness grows
And nobody knows
How all life will end
