Parched land thirsts for water
As hot sun beats down mercifully
Sending hot waves of air
to suck up moisture from the land.
Land begs the sun to turn down heat
But, ignore goes the pleads
As sun sends more humid, hotness down
For land now cracking dry under heat.
When will the clouds come?
For sky is a naked blue ocean
With no clouds in the sky
No, rain comes for parched thirsty land.
Land wait and wait each day
Pleading for an end from sun rays
But, no answer will come
Until there is a change in the wind.
In land of sleepers they do not wake
Dreams trap them in like a spider’s web
Eye lids close;
A placid face in peaceful rest
Sleepers sleep in internal bliss
Day and night they sleep on
Slumber through season come and gone
Not one can wake a sleeper
No rough touch can cure
No one has found away
To wake any in the land of sleepers
Precious gift is given;
Hopes are given to protect;
Not to let it waste;
To have it disappear forever.
To use it wisely
Has not happen
As the precious gift begins to fade.
Once it’s gone it’s gone forever.
Must save what it left
Before time comes to claim
A gift that was given so freely.
Oh beautiful land across the sea
I wish I could be near to thee.
But divided we are so far and fair
I wish to walk upon the sea but do not dare.
To find the nearest boat I must
But none are around they have gone to dust.
Land rolling in hills so far and wide
I will find some way to cross that divide.
From a quiet, peaceful sleep
The glow of the sun
Awakens the land to a new day
Filled with new life;
Shines the rays high above the sky
Down upon the sleepy land below.
Upon the parched Earth
Lies barren brown grass,
With dry cracked dirt,
Waiting for a drop,
Waiting for the drop,
Waiting for rain
To come, give it a drink,
To revive it from,
A long hot, many months
Of dry, humid scorching days.