The grasses are alive, their blades lifted high as knives.
Hello Hollow Stranger, scarecrow packed with roses.
I watched him as he came to life and walked by.
Nailed to his wooden tree, he’s been watching me.
He’s been studying my moves.
Why won’t it rain?
I need the water.
The fields and flowers die faster than I.
And that’s when he’s here. That’s when he comes alive.
Where is my gardener?
Where is my gardener?
Water the ground. Till the earth. Put him to rest.
Put him to rest, back on his wooden tree.
Put him to rest before he gets me.