Time was when
the glorious sun
was blazingly
hovering over
our horizon,
shooting harvest
in booming guns
into
the festive skies,
roaring
ferocious thunder
into
the clapping seas
of
beatific glory.

Time was when
ballards
of wailing virgins
drenched us with
ravishing love,
with heaven choruses
in unison and earth
felicitating in
revelvery

Now the sky is sky dry
Wet sky come to dry
away this dry dry sky

Our hope and help
will not be forlorn as
we drive through hail
and snow, halcyon
  bountiful days of
harvest'll come from
our Helper, the LORD.