In water's absence
Nothing grows
Dry and desolate
Old, brittle bones
And finally when
Clouds roll in
The land begins
To breathe again
Soaking the soil
Rich and dark
Earthy smell
Beating hearts
Awaken the roots
Underneath the ground
Peeking softly through
Without a sound
Gradually life
Returns to the plain
Following promise
Of nature raw and untame
Grazing the grass
Nesting in trees
True beauty thrives
In the absence of humanity