The Sand Dunes of Paradise
Location
Not a rock will be found
In the sands of the heartland
Bunches of grass will twist and bend
In the whipping of the wind
Cattle low in the shallow valleys
Antelope run through the flats
Deer hide in the groves of trees
And together the play in this sandy land
As the sun sets over the hills
Red, orange, and yellow hues
Reflect against the smooth crests
Of the sand dunes in this paradise
Windmills creak and moan
Trees whisper to each other at night
Owls carry on with their nightly chatter
Stars shine brightly down to light the way
There is not much for shade
From the blazing summer sun
There is not much protection
From the harsh and long winters
But to survive out in this hell
Appreciation must be shown
For dreams to come true out there
In this land of sand dunes