Water of Life

Originally Written May 31, 2008:

Find out where the water has flown
seek the dryist creek bed and hunt down the loss
Stop the erosion and drought if you can
keep the land from changing shape and loosing the familiar contours
Wind whips through the dead dry grass, music seldom sings from the fowl
even the insects see death's door looming nearby
Thin whisps of clouds sail by, not offering even a drop of healing rain
their veils not even an attempt at shade
The water has left, and you seem to not notice
you kick at the dirt and complain of supper being late and livestock missing
You are blind to the disease and crippled conditions
your thoughts are of selfish need and short sighted gains
The protections that were begged of you are no longer asked
what bounty you used to received is no longer given
Looking for the source of your loss perhaps is too late
maybe you should be asking for a raindance from the gods, asking for mercy