you are the fire
burned down my cotton field
harvest of no choices
you are the storm
blew down my home
leave them to pieces
but also..
you are the sun
you blind my eyes
give a little burn mark
you are the sun
and I'm attached to one
just a little day sick
you are the lizard
crawls on my apple tree
you scared away the flees
you are those flowers
grow wildly on my fences
