All day I face the barren waste
Without the taste of water, cool water
Old Dan and I with throats burned dry
And souls that cry for water, cool, clear, water.
While hiking the Petrified Forest Park a raven flew down and started scolding me.
It was over a hundred degrees and so I carefully poured my water into a pit in the stone....
He was so happy that he sang me the song of his people....