Living in a tent
Is easy to imagine
When the sun is out

Living in a tent
Is easy to imagine
When the sun is out
As the clouds come down
Over wildflower meadows
The fire keeps us dry
These days never end
We will relive them again
A recurring dream
We toil to make fire
While above the sky ignites
As in mockery
In clouds of wood smoke
Under canvas, under stars
I am home again
Canvas shadows say
It’s gonna be a good day
Come whatever may
A small simple home
Closer to the green garden
Comfortable creatures
Canvas canopies
Dividing us from starlight
Shelter us from dew
Good morning meadow
The dew is wet, the sun shines
Let’s make hay today
The hushed wind twisting
Through the vast empty stillness
Sad cicadas sing