The Plains

I flew over burnt, warring plains, Palace-free and understanding And over the hilly paths Before the man-made prairie I kind of want to marry you For your directions And I drew compass roses In ink the shade of ocean waves All along my inner arms - You know what I mean I kind of want to render this in green For my protection Undulations in the grassy sea All alone and understanding I was humbled at your feet And at my own reflection I kind of want to change direction Chaotically