What is this madness,
What is this pain,
What is the meaning of life,
Or is it all in vain?
A river passes through the wood,
A leaf turned yellow in autumn falls,
A crystal lake frozen over,
A snow owl above repeats its calls.
Drip drop of the rain above,
Salmon swimming upstream vigorously,
Rainbows bringing forth new color,
Bright golden sun falling slowly.
Mother Nature in her finest hour,
Would never leave us an answer so sour,
From unique crystal, or a midsummer shower,
We all are a part of its power.
