There sat she
Under the canopy
Of bright sunlight
Breaking stones
Ceaselessly
The lord of the skies
At its ruthless best
Scorching vegetation
Desiccating the living
Shriveling all in sight
But her.
She selected
and picked
placing it on a larger one
Her hammered hand moved
Quelling obstinate protests
Smashing  to bits those
that rolled off the pile.
Perseverance
Till the last one
meets its fate.
As the day progressed
What burnt harder?
The sun
her body,
her hunger fires!