As the sunlight gleamed,
And threw the arrows on the green,
The stars migrated to distant sky,
And flowers made their hoods high.
Then did the chimneys
Painted the blue sky brown,
And the beautiful river red,
Compelling the flowers to frown.
The trees yelled not to be cut,
The coal cried out, but,
The monotonous life went on,
With the moon growing & fading on.