The orders of the desert

They threaten the rain

To turn dirt into mud

Lacking any afterthought

The cactus disobeys

The orders of the desert

Performing acupuncture

Onto those in bad health

May the fruits of labor

Grow on the trees.

The orders of the desert.

Rots the shade when they fall

But the night,

This is when it goes to sleep

And plan out

The orders of the desert

Yes, this is where the desert lies.