to where d'we fall our gaze upon
up toward the vast and marvelous sky
to where d'we watch the haze thereon
of thunderous howl and jupiter's cry
wherefore dost come upon us spring
only to leave lush land decrepit
wherefore dost land of living sing
when slow turns flora's fruit insipid
to what d'we owe this wondrous earth
cascaded by long sunk moon beam
to what d'we owe day's wondrous birth
the glistening dew sleep's shattered dream
apparently owe naught do us
and lovely earth shall crumble thus.