In the desert there are lake beds
With their lakes gone ten thousand years
That might teach us all a lesson
About how life should value fears
When you look down on the playa
You think that nothing could grow there
But there are creatures in hard cases
That would make liars of your stare
There are many little lives there
God only knows from whence they came
Four hundred million years they've lived
Yet some who dwell there have no name
There are desert shrimp and Triops
That house such tiny little brains
You might think them incapable
Of predicting hard summer rains
But when monsoon waters pool there
Although it brews a brine with salts
A million little souls awake
Their salad dreams the water halts
If we left our own hard cases
In the harsh heat of some plain
Perhaps we too could rejoice when
Our lives awoke to pouring rain
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