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
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