Through the afternoonIn a blue Honda FitIn toward the wind farmWe shall go.

As the wind turbines spinIn the afternoon windShadows on the groundLike a fidget.

In the high windsYou feel like you can touch itBut cannotCar shadows go.

Spinning shadowsOf the turbinesNight and DayOut in the plains.

Glow of the farmOf the sunlightBeating downThe wind farm spins.

Through the wind farmWe shall goThe sun goes downDriving toward Illinois.

Spinning turbinesIn high windsThe shadow spinsOn the highway.

Spinning very fastFast as you goThe wind shall blowIs how the turbine goes.