God made the rivers
God made the lakes
God made the fires
He makes no mistakes
For without the fires
The forest wouldn't be
But, it all must exist
In his light, naturally
We must find his truth
We can feel his love
He reveals his wisdom
Exaulted, from above
We have not any right
To say what mustn't be
We've but earthly eyes
To assertain and see
So the fires are natural
Made of man, or not
Because God made man
And his will is earthly lot

Form, function, function, form
Where is calm, and the storm
Where is nature, or perverse
What is culture, what's a curse
It seems we lack nature within
Its there that lies Eve's first sin
Every change is our perversion
It's an advantage, our coercion

Function, form, form, function
If we are free, we've a junction
But deathly influence is strong
Perverting natures right, wrong
Changing things that should be
Clouding purpose that we see
Though even time's a deviation
From the past's pure creation

To you, art is hidden
In waters, not deep
I know your language
Just cause I'm a creep
This art is the teather
For a mountain, steep
While you climb hills
Half awake, half asleep

I'll speak your language
If you cannot speak mine
Although, I need beauty
For this place to feel fine
Cause majority rules us
At this point in the line
So I surrender my banner
As a diverse, humble sign