The stars have their law.
The moon has its law,
The sun has its law,
But the cloud has no law
For it incessantly does rain
Where sufficiently did rain,
And inflicts us much strain
So I write in all the pain.

Up above the dale
I witness all the pale,
The Divine soul did fail
To save the nature stale.
When I’m stranded by the sea,
The gulls’re afraid of me;
I’m aloof beneath the tree
No shade does it give me.

Worshipping the clime
Became on eco-crime;
So I write in rhyme
In this course of time.