Simply so

Rain falls and then it falls again;
earth’s now a better place
growing from the bottom up
into a state of grace ~
but in that time of moisture’s fall
boughs broke and suffered more.

Lo, oh, lo, and this behold
each raindrop has to fall
upon the face of innocence
to feel and taste it all.

And simply so life grows again
sooner, later, matters not;
the summer, winter, rose of soul
springs forth from mud and rot.

Lo, oh, lo, and this behold
I’m like a stream, you see,
flowing with a ripple, stone,
to the majestic sea.

And simply so love grows again
in the land of spirit feel
if you believe it went away
while flowing to the sea!