Timeliness, the lines are drawn
To put a trap, to trap the fawn
Between twilight and the dawn
In a garden where it is a lawn

In the hunter's home there's yawn
Everyone's eye look like frogspawn
For their stomachs behaving gnawn
Just, as a hunger feel like blawn

The sky thunder is on the bawn
And the ocean waved and mawn
The fog in the space is withdrawn
Because, the sun will rise predawn

The squirrel's tail in the pond thrawn
  To cut the water lines with ripswan
In the forest, bamboo will hacksawn
So that the rabbits teeth are whipsawn

The young is growing
The old is nearly dying
The nature is staying
And the man forgetting
When will the young grow older
When will the elder be buried
When will the nature be changing

In this presence everyone is hurry
To dig where he will be burry
And we forgot all that we carry
On our heads not on our lorry

Today, I see some are bad
On their hands I see all mad
Because they can't stop the pad

Behold! If you are carrying light
Spread it, and hold it very tight
There is  some, will use it right
In the youngness of their ages
And the elderly of their ages
In the nature of their ages
When they can't see hedges