"Get Ready To Cross The Border" Night is falling silently around the dying trees In an hour, the world will turn pitch black While my eyes are still able to feel the shape of you I am getting ready to cross the border In the nests, baby birds imagine themselves assimilating with the wind On a rock, a coyote changes his body with the moon Would I be able to make myself understand that each one of us is a universe? I am getting ready to cross the border Today, on this very night