A stalky elk struts along
And a rabbit hops by
As a timid frog disappears
Under the shadow of
The pale green lily pad
In a creek unknown to you and me
After time it'll run dry
Then they'll leave
And everything will change
Like so much else
In this traitorous
Playpen of destruction
This fumbling world of chaos
I turn now from the simple pleasures
Aloft in the beauty of the place
