Floundering through the grass
Of the nearby park,
I smell a rave of freshness
Budding across the dark.
Leaves have gone dry
Among the trees around,
While the rain passes its gift
Among the leaves on the ground.
A new life becomes awakened
Through the sacrifice of the cloud,
While the spirit is passed on
to the people living all around.
Encouraging them to inspire the rest
to save the former,
By allowing the nature to prosper
against the razor out in anger.