"When?," said the moon to the stars in the sky
"Soon," said the wind that followed him home
"Who?," said the cloud that started to cry
"Me," said the rider as dry as a bone
"How?," said the sun that melted the ground
And "Why?," said the river that refused to run
And "Where?," said the thunder without a sound
"Here," said the rider and took up his gun

"No," said the stars to the moon in the sky
"No," said the trees that started to moan
"No," said the dust that blinded his eyes
"Yes," said the rider, white as a bone
"No," said the moon that rose from his sleep
"No," said the shriek of the dying sun
"No," said the planets that started to weep
"Yes," said the rider and pointed his gun