Far away in my haven amid the distant clouds
Hidden beyond the mountains' misty shrouds
Throughout raging summer, while every petal dries
And gloomy air echoes with a million tired sighs
I wait for the farmer's hopeful calls
and then; amid lightening and thunderous drum-rolls
I break into my heavenly, soulful song
as I'm yet again back, to where I belong
I strike with all my might and zeal
I quench, I cool, I calm, I heal
I'm clear as a crystal and purest of the pure
I'm the giver of life; I am THE ELIXER!
