I am immortal, I never die. I will follow you, and catch you by suprise. Im slow but determined for you to meet your demise. If I never reach you, Your fortune will be sky high.

I drip from the sky with a pitter-pat song, I help flowers grow and grass nice and long.

I trap what cannot be held, Bend time without a clock. I make summer out of whispers And silence out of frost. I’m seen straight through, yet change what’s true What am I?

Sweet gift of the bloom, Sipped by bee on wings of gold, Life's elixir flows.

In the sky, I softly glow, a gentle curve, not to and fro. Like a smile, I gently bend, lighting dark paths until the end.