Religion of the Raindrop Lyrics

I've seen

Mountains

Formed through

Steadfast intent

And canyons

Carved by

Rivers

That would not relent

For pasture chewed and trampled

Again on the verge of verdure

I commend how you commend

What you have nurtured

To the gaping jaws of paradise

Offering your flesh as a perennial oblation

A sacrifice to be the cud for rumination

Saw a lone wildflower

Mourn its fallen comrades

After lawn anew was mown

I heard it, moan, in guilt

And, groan, for the nectar spilt

Heard it shudder at the gardener

Impeding the blades of grass he'd grown

Witnessed I a pupa doubt its purpose

It felt confined by chrysalis

It grew impatient with its metamorphosis

Heard a bird squawk, distressed, tonight

For the woodnotes of the day

That faded from its memory

And another fowl, depressed

Foul mood, for following fully flock's behest

Which it could not forget

Amusing

One laments that it can only with a muse sing

The other has many a musing

On cutting the strings that move its wings

I heard a drop of rain

Whisper to its pastor

"What comes after

Are there luscious fields waiting for me

Just to leave this billowy raft or

When I fall from heavens

Will I just keep plummeting faster"

Eagle's wings did anchor it to sky

And to the seabed when it swam

Sun taught me that cloudy days do not lessen its brilliance

Only sway how its light rays are perceived by the audience

Heard snowman accept its death

Upon a springtime morning

Hands were cold retrieving coal and carrot, him adorning

Gave a stray a meal and some water on a sunny day

And it dragged it to another found in worse condition

Fain to ask the question

"How are you so generous

While penurious"

It told me, "Love of money is the greatest destitution"

Winds profess

"Past is unreachable

Future—inconceivable

But drowning in the present is achievable"

"You'll be swept away if you're too slow


And starve if you're too far

Stay a step in front of the surf"

A sanderling conveyed to me

I, watched water compete

In sea, to see, from better seat, sun arise

I respect the fervor of the tides

Frowned, when I found

In a bucket, crabs

Dragging one another down

While the leaves of tree, understand

They all can belong to crown

Only forfeiting their place

When embrace they, the ground

"Is my

Death nigh

When of eggs I'm dry"

Clucked the hen

A rose gave hope

Saying, "You can bloom again

Each end

Begets the start, of a new season"

Heard the evening after

"What should I use, to season"

Closest for those highest feel the furthest

But gale doesn't fret at leaves it misses

Neither does the rain, at cheeks, it never kisses

Banana

Croaked that bruises make it sweeter

I, overheard a conversation

'Tween a sapling and an a ancient

"As I inch toward heavens

Am I closer to heaven"

Ancient responded, "Neither size of your crown

Nor your distance from the ground

Gets you closer to your Planter

Choose to grow down

Roots, deep in ground

Make Creator smile

And the one who foils frown"

Cactus taught me

How to show no dismay

When cool showers

Do not come this May

And importance

Of celebrating fresh rain

With spiked limbs

Flower must drink daylight to shed beauty

Consumption and production are interconnected

Likewise, intertwined are sacrifice and duty

When I receive a bouquet, I see heads decapitated

I met an envoy of the wind

En route to a tornado

Howling, "Messages of grandeur

Each are wax-sealed with danger"