The rain it tumbles to the ground
There’s not a dry spot to be found
The wind it whips among the trees
Embracing all the sodden leaves
The morning’s light turns into dark
The air about is still and stark
While clouds do pass and fade away
In their circuitous display,
The seasons change from day to night
Without a single goal in sight
How simple all our lives could be
Accepting God’s equality !
Claire V. Bogdanos 