First, there is nothing.
Nothing but the silence.
The sound of silence.
The sound of sweet silence.
The sweet sound of silence.
Then, another sound.
It can heard, but just barely.
It is soft at first, very soft.
A morning song on the plains. A morning song on the prairie.
A morning song for the plains. A morning song on
the plains.
A morning song for a new baby.
The sound gets louder.
The baby starts talking.
Louder and louder.
The baby starts walking.
From a nap, the baby is waking.
The prairie is shaking.
The land is quaking.
The baby cries.
A cry for the prairie.
A cry for the plains.