Homesick For Michigan

She noticed a wild beauty of her own-rain. She lived in Michigan Blue rain kissed the green trees But only one tree made her heart sing A storm was coming in the distance A hurricane of peace forced her to dream big dreams As the night of regret fades The bear, the berry, the rain, the wild All beautifully crafted these new sculptors of art Proper artists without knives So she sang of ol’ Michigan’s nature to gray skies. but this rainstorm was a storm of all storms. she cried, she wept, and then she fainted Michigan’s nature lived in her