The mists gathered over the cristaline pond
And the sun was breaking a new,
The coyote was crying his lonesome cry
In answer to that of the loon.
The mood had been set on the evening breeze
And the dawn had broken it not,
The deer had ventured to the edge of the pond
And the swans beauty was caught.
The heat caused the trees to wither
And the smoke was choking the day,
The cub cried out for the protection of home
And the doves all flew away.
The darkness of night was approaching
And the moon had come out to see,
The distruction that man had been causing
While the stars had all been asleep.
The mists gathered over the cristaline pond
And the sun was breaking anew,
The coyote was crying his lonesome cry
To answer that of the loon.