In the old oak forest the light is dancing on the trees,

from the water dropping, drip dropping off the leaves.

Gently they hurry down the rocks to the creek,

bringing with them a story, a song, the light from the trees.

*Rain doesn’t doubt that it will end up at the sea

Doesn’t seem to worry about- it’s destiny.

Carry on, Carry on,

Carry on to the streams, till they reach the rushing rivers, rushing free.

Making their way through the land hills and seams, they may fall, but trust their memories.

*Rain doesn’t doubt that it will end up at the sea, Doesn’t seem to worry about- it’s destiny.

Pausing only in rhythm to the mothers heartbeat, wonder just how different is our journey from the seas?

Aren’t we all just salty bodies? Waiting to come together, in sweet community.

*Rain doesn’t doubt that it will end up at the sea -Doesn’t seem to worry about it’s destiny, wonder just how different is our journey from the seas?

when the heart is grateful will the water set us free?