He draws near the periphery

In disbelief on delivery

Came child from the deep inferno
 [bad word] head of dead volcano

Heartless crow with brittle beak

Wooden leg too schocked to speak

Lilac dust of a woman's hair

wooden cross a paper prayer

stone where her body lay

stack of feathers a pile of hay

mushroom for an eye ball

mustache from the snow fall

Worms weave a ring where fairies square dance

Queens and kings fairies weave wigs with eyelash

Trance music makes the fairies dance

From the caves of snail shells

Echoes the mutter medieval spells

Mystery flows her wicked river

Of thorn and blade and silver sliver

Bending 'round the clover fields

Their sapling stems don't break but yield

Her pain inflicts no arguments

Must learn to sway and un-arrange

As earth she makes her final passage

After humans long have ravaged

Vanished with all maps for motion

Upward angels last devotion

One by one escort us home

To leave the elementals free to roam

To bathe in the last of ocean's foam

To [bad word] the nuclear debris

Our plastic toys and our metal trees

On the perfect day you'll find the breeze

Once blew the pollen the feet of bees

Now cry the stars when upon the earth

Their gaze might rest a nostalgic burst

lament be heard through all the cosmos

Of the dying planet with fallen foes