If You’re Not From Kentucky

If you’re not from Kentucky,
You have never seen sunsets,
Sitting on top of a hay bale
Watching paint cascade across the sky,
And then the candle over the world is blown out.

If you are not from Kentucky,
You don’t know annoying brown,
Rabbits eating all your vegetables,
Gorging themselves with your delicious vegetables.

If you’re not from Kentucky,
You don’t know the sweet smell of hay
Flooding your nose with the scent of a barn.
You don’t know fields,
Vast and open waves of gold.
You don’t know the flowers
Sparkling the ground with their magnificent beauty.

My hair is the hay.
My legs are the trees.
My eyes are snowflakes.
My breath is the spring air.
Do you know Kentucky?