Deserts have their cloudless skies
Their winds blow coarse and gritty
'Cos when they blow
The sand will snow
(The deserts have no pity)
Forest skies are full of clouds
All drifting softly by
No point to proove
Too tired to move
They float instead of fly
What if the wind from deserts pulled
The clouds from over trees
To make skies blue
Where green things grew
And flood the sand with seas