Weary eyes that once housed gleaming eyes
Released reservoirs of tears;
Dry and wrinkled were Mother Earth's
Thighs.
Tiny buds of hope drifted amidst the circadian
Rhythms of the years.
Bleak faces slowly filled
With despair
Decaying thoughts
Sought
Refuge in forgotten prayer.
The death stranger of drought
Had come:
Each field submitted and gave up
Its share.