Raindrops in the forest,
upon a wilted leaf.
The freshness reinforces 
everything, I believe. 

Ashes to ashes, 
dust to dust.
Return to the earth, 
everything must.

And into the air
up in the sky.
On into Heaven,
go you, and go I. 

Raindrops in the forest, 
upon a wilted leaf. 
The freshness reinforces 
everything I believe. 

Maria Tuttle