Hear their patter as they hit the ground,
bringing life to all and joy to me,
thoughs that not know it only make one sound,
of dispare, that the trickles of life is around,
perhaps they know not of the wonder of life,
or perhaps it if the knowledge that death will come,
for all life, death is surely to be bound.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Chronos, in the year 408 AF.