The fields lay before me crying with their force.
Roasted teardrops,dried outside.
Distressed as fallen tears spilled over the burning crust.
The lookers watch, an almost silent pause waiting for her fiery blast.
For she lives deep inside the earth, she conceals her secrets deep within.
The watchers sought their burning souvenir pebbles, oh how hot would they be.
And the chicken tasted just divine.
(C) Livvi