If all of nature should be so mean
And swallow itself up
To disappear into dreams and far off wishes
I would first grab a hold of its hand
And tell it to not forget me
Because I will not forget it

I would search for it at the seams of the earth
And the cracks in the sidewalks
The holes of volcanoes
And stuffed in the clouds
And my life would exist for all eternity
Until I found nature and could rest in peace with it

My body could be rotting underground but I would be searching
And I would not be at peace until then