It's a cold, unforgiving world.
Don't doubt it, it's true,
'Cuz as soon as you take off the covers,
Your fingers will turn numb, your toes, blue.

It's a cold unforgiving world.
You can't even go to the loo,
Whenever you stand up you feel it,
The cold is getting to you.

It's a cold unforgiving world.
Out of the covers, the temperature feels negative two,
You can't take it, but you can fake it,
I know you feel it too.

It's a cold, unforgiving world.

waiting for the rain
in the west, the clouds had been darkening
all day, even sitting on the bank--
when the air feels like this,
you just know it will rain soon--
but the sun made me sleepy
like Alice
before she dreamt of wonderland.

Blissfully blooming beauty sprung
Budding, arraying colours gay
Pussy willows, daisies, daffodils
Mingling fresh breath of trees

Cheerfully notes of birds fly
Amongst Mary’s eyes blue sky
Light pouring forth in great measure
In grass yellow-green with colour

Amongst the basin of watery blue
Wispy white brushstrokes flee
Droplets, sparkling, pearly rain
The whistling of wind whirls round

Blustering, fluttering shadows
Swaying, tilting boughs
Bending, leaning blades
Flying, swirling leaves