Pleading Parched Land Thirsts For Water

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.

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Land of Sleepers

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