Green Trees And Red Dirt

Have you ever seen prettier colors Than green trees and red dirt earth? Somehow they seem so perfect together The seasons like a new kind of birth Rain leaving squishy wet puddles Lying across the red dirt roads The countryside getting a drink As the rainy season unfolds Barns out in the middle of fields Of the green sweet pastureland Machinery whacking down grass As it falls right where it stands Bales of hay awaiting the farmer To gather it up once again Year after year it’s a cycle One in which a farmer depends Carefully constructed white fences Gather around the old farm Windmills whirling faster & faster As the sky blackens for an oncoming storm Another day in the country Ah yes, it brings me great comfort ‘Cause there’s nothing prettier in my world Than Green trees and red dirt!