Do you ever stop and ponder As you gaze up at the sky, And watch the clouds and lightning As another storm goes by, What happens to the rain drops That
are pelting on the ground? Do you realize they're not here to stay, They're on their way around. Each little, tiny, rain drop Has a mission of its own. Some soak the grass Some feed
the trees, Some go to spots unknown. Some cook your food, Some make your tea Some even make the ice. (Most of you like your tea that way. You don't think hot is nice.)
Do you ever stop to ponder Where they go to when they're through? Some go to lakes, to rivers, streams, Some go to oceans blue. Where e're they go their
mission done, They only stay a while. No thing on earth is permanent It only changes style. The raindrop that we see today, Will evaporate with sun. The vapors rise and make new
clouds Just like it once begun. And so begins the cycle of the raindrop Once again, It may not fall on us next time Who knows, it might be Spain. The raindrop which we see today Is bound
to fall again.
And so it is with everything That's now upon the earth. Each thing we have recycles. It receives a second birth. Trees to wood,
and paper, Wood to fertile soil - Some take a million years or so, As in the case of oil. So everything is precious Though its end is still unknown. The things we see as trash to
day May end as precious stone. What a pity that I can't come back A million years from now. I'd like to know the fate of man And things we now endow, With little thought, and
little care, And very little worth. I'd like to know what comes of all This trash we've made on earth?