In forest, man confuses his design
Challenged by greed and corruption in his mind
Descends below
In progress, all must eliminate origin
Spring forth once more as the planet sheds its skin
These things I know
In machine, eve of destruction, crimson flood
One drop of river water cuts through blood
It ebbs and flows
In silence, watching the mockingbird compose
A sonnet, gift to her mother who provides
The light she knows