Go swing, swallows--sudden arcs up in the sky,
Away, cliffs with nests they hid from wind--They fly,
They dip, fly up, eating insects in the dry,
Barren desert cliffs.
Yes, once people lived here on these cliffs-they dwell
Among ancient ruins still. The stones that fell
From hand-fashioned places decorating well
Barren desert cliffs.
They graze barren land, the desert bighorn sheep--
They're cliff-canyon fleet, and knowingly they leap
Along ledges--desert residents, they keep
Barren desert cliffs.
When great Nebuchadnezzar's beautiful wife
Began feeling homesick, he made come to life
A great garden that transformed out of the strife
Barren desert cliffs.
Returned, condors soar above the desert places
They once winged above--they fly in ancient spaces
They once vanished from--now each dark shadow graces
Barren desert cliffs.
Now, man built his own high cliffs, and he assembles
In them numbers such that earth herself now trembles.
Transformed land is raised, and now our home resembles
Barren desert cliffs.
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