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.