Oasis-In-Waiting

In the shadow of the mountain,
In the hollow of the land,
A little farm lies sleeping
Waiting on the hands of man.

It has heard the ancient stories
Of how the Utah desert bloomed;
And now it awaits its chance
To prove that it can, too.

It sits with baited breath
For its family to proceed -
To till and work its soil
And put the land to seed.

Then with careful cultivation
The farm will bloom and grow.
And the family will be able
To harvest what they've sown.

And in the shadow of the mountains,
In that hollow in the land,
That little farm will blossom
To prove itself to man.