the fact that each cloud
that passes overhead has no care in the world not a word need be said they float right on by while we exist down below and just as i do they go where the wind blows somedays they dump moisture with all their might other days they pass like a ghost in the night surely the sky could fall and they would still be there they carry our dreams what a tremendous load they bear i've found that all my problems will simply disappear if i walk outside, look up high my life is simple and clear
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a land blanketed with wheat
corn, barley and soy those fields that go on forever they fill my heart with joy people often say its just fly over country but if they put their feet on the ground they'll see earths endless bounty you reap what you sow which keeps farmers planting growing seeds and their dreams of a land that grows plenty its a simple life of honest and hard work to be pass down every year a bond sprouted from dirt the roots we spread here are solid in the soil a vast land of green we await the golden spoils |