A few abandoned homes like bad ideas
Along the high lonesome plains,
Deserts have a way of making everything impossible
The merest hopes and dreams
Fly away as crazy as napkins
The grasses tough enough to fill this whistling space
Bob with a furious shiver
That looks like fear, but it is really pain
They're enduring to survive
But when you're in with them
As the sun dots their crowns
There's so much joy,
As if the expanse of the world flows through them
And nothing needs to be explained
The grasses in the golden light know everything
