In the distance of the Cimarron desert
Clouds mound in peach hues against the horizon they skirt

Hot smoldering parched winds whirl along the ground
Clasping and gathering all the dew and moisture all around

Cactus in the mid day bruised and anguished from the heat
Out of its pore's shimmering milk does excrete

Heat rays like beating curtians raising out a sound
In the Cimarron sand like a great sea one could drown

Beauty in the silence of this dry forbidden place
Life and death in an endless race

Wet moist drops of liquid cool fluid of life
Death has lost the race in full rife

Over distant Cimarron mountain terrains
Night fall cascades in violent rains