At times I hear the thunder
At times I hear the rain
Sometimes I hear the sunlight
It's energy is my gain.

I stroll not knowing where I am
Among nature maybe
I fashion my face to suit the crowd
It never suits me.

I think nothing of science
Nothing of the engineer
Nothing of the scholar in general
Nor those who pursue a career.

I simply be at all times
I relish the twilight
I think the campfire is a crime
And that drink is a waste of a night.

I should not condemn my fellows ...