Every coin has two sides and in a single day a man can live and die.
There’s an old county street
People say that somewhere in the sky
Still and silent grasslands stretch from the sun’s rising to its setting. With a gentle breeze the endlessly vast ocean of bright green comes to life. The tall grass stirring in the wind could be likened to rolling waves upon the sea.
For miles all the eye can see is bare crimson earth. There are no sun-bleached trees or tall staggering cacti. No rolling dunes and no tumbleweeds. No rocks either, only pebbles and hints of gritty sand. The only real stimulants are the occasional cracks and crevasses.