Flowers high and bright
Wind sweeping their temptation
Where the skies are clear.
Cool on the green grass
Scales and forked tongues without speech.
What is it you fear?
Gulf coast sand and sun
and running dogs on the beach
Where the skies are clear.
Summer's endless drought
Vanquished by 3 P.M. rain.
What is it you fear?
Across the meadow,
East and West meet North and South.
Here the skies are clear.
Six-foot one runaway bride?
What is it you fear?
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