Glass top waters are rare and fleeting.

The world today craves drama and disagreeing.

It's tough to find the elusive desert rose.

As anger and hate now sits where it use to grow.

Lawns once fertilized with love and a watery barrage.

Now just blistering sand with mirage after mirage.

Packing heat as well in the form of cold steel.

Civil wars brink has arrived with bloodshed and bullets as the meal.

End of times/days certainly draws near.

Glass top waters more than ever, so rare.