When I rose up from a deep slumber,

After a day rusting a sinless river,

What I saw tiding in my eyes from my window?

Raining fishes are solemnly signing sorrow.

When I rose up from a deep slumber,

After a day loading carbon and paper,

What I heard ringing in my ears from my window?

Panicking people are seeking a place, somewhere above.

When I rose up from a deep slumber,

After a day soaking with air conditioner,

What I felt shearing on my skin from my window?

Corroding acidic downpour, which shall reap what we sow

When I rose up from a deep slumber,

After a day dumping tons of plastic smoulder,

What I met, ghastly like a ghost from my window?

Belching oceans are cooking death vehemently, for the row.

When I woke up from the deep slumber,

For a day, curing cumber and the wood plunder,

What I created, green and glorious from my window?

Reviving ocean is blooming life, for the win-win borrow.