Barren land hungry for a donation of moisture
Unshaken, yet barely alive in nature
Waiting patiently without over demanding
For a share of the element that will help it survive.
Wind had unmasked the tender layer of soil
That covered the texture of endurance and
The melting sun had portrayed a thief of grave
Diggers while evaporating the gift of live.
Visitors were far in-between and broken dreams
Had taken their lives hopes mercifully without remorse
And what little remain was close to being removed
From its existence on the earth.
Suddenly a dark cloud hovers majestically above
The skies and a flood gate opens the feeding mouth
That will nourish the land as a smile comes from within,
Even though it is too late for me.
A will to survive keeps a person from giving up, even if it means to the bitter end.