The Cleansing Rains

From the depths of a tree
The rains cleanse the earth
And all negative thought
Strays and follows it

After these many days
Of continual drought
The rains come
Cleansing the path
The pathway to golden halls

All wea is forgotten
New life, and new hope
All wawa is forgotten
And we are whole again

For when Ancient Ways return
And there is no other
Life is ideal