As the rain falls a simple tapping
My thoughts are in a mental rapping
And in my bed is a gentle napping
My fears are now few and far

As I ponder a sprinkled seedling
Saved of hunger a wrinkled sapling
From drought, leaves crinkled dangling
Now quenched, thirst is few and far

Drops flow down the window creeping
As the drown man's widow's weeping
Childish innuendo is left sleeping
Good and evil pure are few and far

As the seed is slowly grappling
So to she is boldly tackling
Both burdens coldly cackling
Respite and relief few and far

But now the laurel's reaching
To the sky and coral beaching
To the hills with morals screeching
Need for prayer and wishes few and far

Until we graze near distant stars
And lay our gaze on resistant scars
For flood and blaze's persistent bars
Mired in boiled toiled reaping

Often oafs are sought to strangle
Sunk and low for plans to angle
But the strong won't stop the wrangle
Between the few and far, softly leaping

Nothing ever so few and far
With the yore and morrow sneaking
Into the years no sorrow blinking
Everything is so few and far

It's the curse of perseverance
Severed of your merits, little reverence
Even worse, angels become hateful spirits
In need of kindly, lovely lyrics near and far

When the bush and wall are mangled
As the thorn and rose are tabled
That's when heart and brain are uncabled
Thus proceeds' the curseverance near and far