There is an ocean on the prairie,
a sea of green with a barbed-wire shore.
Wind making waves roll and swell
and when the wind is calm you think
you could walk on water.
Watching the sea turn from green to gold.
Waiting for the day when the ocean can be cut
for grain to feed the world.
The ocean is drained to brown,
then replenished and we wait for it to grow and
be green once more.