In the evening madcap hour of rush, rush, rush,
All of glittering green nature is so still and hush,
And skies surrender deep blues, to various hues,
Flashy cars racing like arrows, on leafy avenues.

Ever in a hurry, in pursuit of a gold, receding sun,
As blooms in windy kingdoms, not to be outdone!
Starlight falls down in colors, darkness is coming,
Soon in mulberry midnight, wild dreams will sing.