Days are long, weary and awesome..
Thirsty greenery crying for waterParched up earth cracking in the sun
Birds searching the cool comfort
of ponds that are now dry and forlorn
clouds of dust swirling away
Mountains ablaze with raging fires
People trekking the distance
with pots on their sides
Looking for wells not so empty
Hungry flowers stare at the sky
The air is hot and electric
Sky, a bright clear blue
no sight of a cloud
to welcome the sight
of falling rain!!!!
Hearts of fire, so similar
to the rainless days
Emotionless, running with
a mechanism to the rhythm of
busy times...
work with schedules and deadlines
are machines of power
keep pain at bay
No time to ponder, No time to cry
At the end of a day...
The weary mind, seeks solace
quiet comfort of the softness of a pillow
