Time’s run never ever runs dry
The figs that bulge gently with the winds ,
And the trees that twist madly like the rainbows,
God only knows ,
Which one will wane,thrive and die .
The brooks broken by the steeps of the riverine
The sassy sea that constricts the selly sailors
And the calm coulee that harbors little fishes
God only knows
Which one will run,run dry and never run at all.