I look up and see a clear blue sky,

 Here I see people at peace, 

With fields of birds and butterflies.

 

The breeze of the trees blowing on me,

On this land I feel peaceful,

On this land I feel free.

 

But the clouds come back,

And then the rain falls,

And some happiness people lack.

 

Tip tap pitter pat,

Here the rain falls,

Here the rain splats.

 

We should be grateful for sun,

And for rain,

And for weather,

And with all that,

We feel no pain.