| Alack the day, your roofs are blown away Your fences can’t keep predators at bay By roots and boughs your masonry undone Weeds to woods, the brambles block the sun As sure as day, your roads will fade away The moss and rain will hasten their decay Trampled under hoof, your cobblestone Buried in the thickets overgrown The lame, the lost are dutifully waylaid At once the birds and flies join in the fray And tooth and claw and rivers flood and run And dog eat dog, as dogs have always done Where the ocean will not end The forest will not clear The mountain will not move The desert will not end The cavern will not breach The mountain will not move |