The sun heats the bedrock from morning 'til night,
and the wind breathes a song to the grass:
"hush, hush"
The sand shifts around the bright cactus blooms,
and whispers a song to the stone
"sigh, sigh"
A surprise of rain patters and cools,
and the granite repeats to the sky:
"I love thee
I love thee
I love thee"
Copyright 2009, Thomas J Burbach
much peace,
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