High green chilly winds and windy vines in loops
Around entwining shafts of lavender
They're crawling to the sun

Wonder who will water all the children of the garden
As they sigh about the barren lack of rain
Droop so hungry 'neath the sky

Underfoot the ground is patched
With climbing arms of ivy wrapped
Around the manzanita stark and shiny in the breeze

William Tell has stretched his bow
'Til it won't stretch no furthermore
And/or it will require a change that hasn't come before