A Drop of Life

Oh joy, oh joy, the people will say,

on the day or night, I come their way,

when they spy the dark so far away,

a dark that grows in which I play,

like a sea urchin surfing in the ocean spray.

Then they will gather into their shacks,

the things of feet and legs and backs,

of those that cuddle and those that quack,

to keep them safe from my attack,

which soars upon the currents track.

And then I will come at first real slow,

like a trickle of water I will flow,

until the winds begin to blow,

then batter and break I shall go,

against the land of those who sow.

But in the end, I go my way,

I leave as I came in the very same way,

forever yearning to return someday,

to play, and play, as I did today.

Oh joy, oh joy, the people will say,

on the day or night, I come their way,

As all is bright and all is clear,

and life is fun and oh so dear,

when days are long and things grow strong,

Then they will gather into their shacks,

the happy feet and legs and backs,

of those that cuddle and those that quack,

to feast upon my warm attack,

which soars upon the currents track.

A heat, a heat, that builds real slow,

It reaches a height that no one knows,

until the winds begin to blow,

the winds of frost, the winds of snow,

against the land of those who sow.

But in the end, I go my way,

I leave as I came in the very same way,

forever yearning to return someday,

to play, and play, as I did today.

Oh joy, oh joy, the people will say,

on the day or night, I come their way,

when the leaves take flight and start to fall,

The ground gets hard, hard an dull,

the clouds roll in and then it begins.

Then they will gather into their shacks,

the shivering feet and legs and backs,

of those that cuddle and those that quack,

to avoid the nip of my attack,

which soars upon the currents track.

A cold that will come and then will go,

A cold that stings and brings no snow,

until the winds begin to blow,

then light will fade, and time will slow,

against the land of those who sow.

But in the end, I go my way,

I leave as I came in the very same way,

forever yearning to return someday,

to play, and play, as I did today.

Oh joy, oh joy, the people will say,

on the day or night, I come their way,

When the rivers freeze and the land is white,

The nights are cool and full of delight.

Then they will gather into their shacks,

the icy feet and legs and backs,

of those that cuddle and those that quack,

to avoid the pierce of my attack,

which soars upon the currents track.

A powerful blast that lifts the snow,

A powerful blast of numbing cold,

A wind, a wind, that has no end,

it ebbs and flows again and again,

against the land of those who sow.

But in the end, I go my way,

I leave as I came in the very same way,

forever yearning to return someday,

to play, and play, as I did today.

O fem