The storm of time unleashes fast
Stiring up the episodes of the past
They come and fade and then restore
Making the world angry more
Whens comes the day when we can rest
Apon the shpere I love the best
The earth regrows to pristine heath
Then all life relaxs in its green house
The sands returned and growth restored
No more roads, or concreate floors
All beings equal and with no cash
To live and love and smoke the grass.