A sleepy loft attired in haze
Subsiding in the maze
Within a weedy bog
Nocturnal flies knock on a pane
A scintillating stain
Embossed in lardy fog

Behind an aluminic hatch...
Inside a shell
Below a tumbledown thatch...
In blinded cell
An alchemist with paly face
Surrenders to grief
Fumbling a spiritless leaf:

All my efforts were in vain
The dryads laugh at me again
Again and again...

Hermetical orchard, I fathered a grain
And now I′m tortured
The sprouts were slain
The kiss of a day as a pestilent bane
Empoisoned my harvest again...

Inquiring mind , unfailing dash
He was a perfect marvel at the age of three
Confident lad , he was too brash
When tried to rise above the natural decree:

Lode scobs for sound scapes
Leaden blobs for mellow grapes
Grey leaves came to life
The trees got to thrive
The master prevailed
The elements failed

Another day he cracked a slot
And let the sunlight see
A steely flowerpot
With an artificial tree

The nature didn′t take his thing
Unreal plants were fried
Once and again the man made beings
But every time he cried:

Hermetical orchard, I fathered a grain
And now I′m tortured
The sprouts were slain
The kiss of a day as a pestilent bane
Empoisoned my harvest again...