refreshing the green

rain turns the grass a bright green
the trees do not droop as we've seen
the water gives power
to every wild flower
and makes every leaf's edge turn keen

such power from something so soft
that falls in small drops from aloft
doesn't seem quite
honest or right
to the workingman in his small croft

we're told that all nature's a whole
a body, a shape and a soul
but water not fire
makes all things aspire
to flourish quite out of control