In a world that is dying

In a world that is lost

In a world that is fleeing

Running at all costs

This world is unbalanced

Unequal, unfair

This world is distressed

With evil and despair

When evil is coming

When all hope is lost

We all must stop running

It’s a lost cause

We must wait for the rain

To nourish our crops

To keep us alive

For as long as it lasts

The thundering whisperer

Will one day come

She will come soon

Will come and gift us

Help our flowers bloom

Then fly far away

Away on her flying broom