Pearls of water to the world called rain
While everyone was busy living
The lives they though they reign.
The pearls were dripping from the leaves
The last soldiers left on the branches
Since last autumn the planet breathes
And we with her enjoying brunches.
The cold is now mild but the wind brisk
The air is cool and smells like spring
The lovely flowers are taking a risk
And venture themselves for a fling
With the warmth of the one called Sun
Left in the past like all things, undone.
