The rain falls gently                                              

On the grasses and trees.

The blazing days of summer

Can bring you to your knees.

 

The wheat grows tall

And the corn taller still.

In the state of Kansas,

You can hear the whippoorwill. 

 

The sun paints the sky 

With shades of pink and yellow.

Cows lie down beside

Wild flowers in the meadow.

 

Night comes slowly

With the dying of the light.

Peace comes quickly

As the stars shine bright.

 

Sounds of the insects

Can cause your eyes to close.

God laughs softly

When you start to doze.

-Yu/stan/kema-