Who knows where the tide flows
Or where the wind blows
Who knows how the grass grows
Or the secrets of the baboon’s brow
Who can tell what catch
The fisherman’s net cast
Or the stripes of the lash
That eats the slave’s skin and gash
Who can tell the riddle of the palm
Why its wounds drip wine
And its ash banish grime
Man’s head worry crown
His hands anxiety sown
But who can tell
The truth of the tortoise shell