A sliver of molten ice I dance across the skies From the heavens above I pour Lands below I come Deep seas I join With mighty rivers I flow From tall peaks I fall Pristine to drink I am Many a lake I mould As vapour the earth I leave The sky again I meet



Fallen from a sparrow's beak A seed buried deep Nurtured by rain and soil A young plant is born Guided by the sun Tested by the seasons Long years endured A tall tree is formed Many a fruit it yields Cool shade it's foliage gifts Life it is And life it gives