Nature has traveled for long
And I live to tell her tales
She has explained a lot to me
At least enough to dine with
My eyes see each day fly
And drop every hope for me
Swimming in hours
Not one second to wait for me
There is a good thing ahead
Perhaps a bad thing
Her sons and daughters
Should be happy
For yet the days ahead
Have a message for us
To massage our deeds
For her counting began long
In that beautiful Garden of Eden
Our works are numbered
Our words are no more than numbered
Life has been good
Her letters have been surprising
And if I could remember any
Do no bad to him or her
For you live yet to account
Perhaps, now an Auditor General of Life
If I could, I would tell the world
Good things, Bad things
Nature is an Auditor General of Life