Plip, Plop, the rain drops Forming, gathering, pooling Synergy at best.
A flower says hi, and a sparrow sings to me, spring has come again!
Spring is zen to me, From the green hills to the moss, My bare feet rejoice.
Basking in the sun Biting her plum red wet lips Tasting nothing but
Today’s the day again Tomorrow we live again And yesterday is dust.