High above the mountain air
The eye weeps gently on the trees
And every tear that touches down
Could bring the mountain to its knees

I don't recall a face that day
That owned the disembodied eye
What must man do to stem the flow
Damming up the sky who cries

And in the valley far below
Where peaks give way to mossy greens
The sins are all the same and he
Who sows discord fears what he reaps

Deserts occupy the waves
Turning freeman into slaves
And beasts are all
and burdens are not freed

And in the midst of such a strife
The universe returns to life
And balance please do right the wrongs
Perpetuated underneath the sun