The sun spits angry flares
when even stones turn to ashes
I stay inside and do not dare.
Mother earth soaks up every drop
dries up the river and tree's bark
will the next rain help growing crops
Of things I did not worry before
have evolved now, taken ugly shapes
and now I face problems turned sore
Its for water we run around these days
store for adversity, prepare for the worst
this summer will change us in so many ways.
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
The sun spits angry flares
when even stones turn to ashes
I stay inside and do not dare.
Mother earth soaks up every drop
dries up the river and tree's bark
will the next rain help growing crops
Of things I did not worry before
have evolved now, taken ugly shapes
and now I face problems turned sore
Its for water we run around these days
store for adversity, prepare for the worst
this summer will change us in so many ways.
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