Poem:

Showers of Love my soul enjoys,

Weary, but ever so firm!

It needs to freshen constantly

Before its must end its term.

Senseless parades of pretensions

Keep crowding halls of life

While I must pause and listen

To my weary soul in strife.

The cycles of the seasons

Of life go on and on,

While time must keep on fleeting

As each new dawn is born.

The world enjoys its victories,

Bemoans each sad defeat;

No matter what, my soul enjoys

Showers of Love so sweet!