Symmetry

of nature

and its tendency for life.

 

I will ride to the sun

on the chariots of gold,

and listen the mountains play

what stars have long foretold.

 

The lake does live and breathe,

the wind does speak to me,

the trees are still immortal,

and the rivers know the sea.

 

Symmetry

of nature

and its tendency for death.

 

Does not the earth still quake

at every command of God?

Does not the wind lash out

and beat us with its rod?

 

And hail of heaven and of stone

that is the poor man’s plight,

and storms that send the land abroad

into the simpleton’s sight.

 

Symmetry

of nature

and its tendency to be.