Skinny black trails
Jet through our western skies
Billowing and expanding
Shifting and rolling

With time, carelessly spent
A desperate tune rings among us all
Its origins, traced from a low hum
Softly combing through barley garbed hillsides

We tremble endlessly
As the soft droning scales our being
Bursting into their heavenly orchestra
Courting us, through our raging peril
And this we claim
Our answer unto the bleak unknown

A broken psalm prevails
When a desperate hour billows in the wind
Thickening, the indwelling resolve
Thought to have diminished, long ago
When idle minds,shied from their greater glory