Hear the whisper of the gentlest wind
As it frolics through the trees
The tittering of these giant being
As it tickles through their leaves
The creak and groan as heartier gusts
Then press for fallen doom
While the strength within their inner care
Strikes to miss that tomb
Hear the splitter, splatter of drops that clatter
Against the great and haughty lake
And the pitter, patter as it proceeds to flatter
The shallow liquid flake
The rushing splash as conclusions clash
Of water from an high
While the depths below stored fully assured
Its salvation justified
