A soft lillipad laying in the puddle

The lightning striking the ground

The streaks in the sky coming from a shuttle

The water droplet on the car window, not bound

All the things that are oh so satisfying

The soft lilipad goes down and sinks

The lightning strikes down your tree

The streaks in the sky disappear from the brink

Those droplets of water had to flee

All those things that turned to mush, please stop crying

 A sweet little frogs lift the pad

That tree can be abolished into fire ready wood

More streaks can be made, just as long as those flyers are paid

Those droplets are gone yet more fly by and really should

This is a sign, to please keep trying, do not let life keep prying