As vibrant speckles blotch the azure ceiling
And rainbows inhabit the sure ground
And beings of all kind, swarm, kneeling,
To the lion king, now crowned
The seeded oak doth grows for might
Struck with awe, day and night

Then comes the darkness, spreading the night,
And creatures of purpose and creatures of spite,
Lived with in peace,without quarrel or battle,
Herding amongst the lands, cattle,
The mighty oak forth stands by lives
Seeing all with watchful eyes

And hues of pink, orange and yellow,
Shed its light on many things, my fellow,
Building its houses of grey and black,
Though yet some wish, time would go back,
The mighty oak doth stand and sigh,
Having seen all with watchful eyes.

And thus time and tide go by, no more
Yet nature recurs, and recurs evermore