To those who've seen "Tree of Life" you'll know what I'm talking about.

There’s a common stereotype I know,

a Texas full of dessert’s ‘n old ghost towns,

the Texas you see on old T.V. shows,

with gunslingers, sheriffs, ‘n noontime countdowns.

They never show the green, purple, and red

flowers growing on highway medians,

the ash grey of trees fresh from winter dead

nor dogwoods and the tale they stand implyin’.

How often they’ve neglected the blue sky

or the way the thunder and lightning screams,

while that nice day you thought was there flies by,

while time and space rip apart at the seams.

         There’s something to our towns of dessert sand,

         but trust me, this, our land, is not that bland.