Walking in the high desert, 
My heart was always at ease.
Whether in the noon day sun, 
Or in the evening breeze.

The cholla and the Joshua tree, 
As far as I can see.
And yellow flowers in the spring, 
The ravens flying free, 

The snow upon the mountains, 
Jack rabbits bounding across the sand.
Coyotes howling at the moon at night, 
Behind the cactus stands.

Walking in the high desert, 
I found myself again.
And found a beauty never known to me, 
I never missed the rain.
Beautiful memories, I retain.