A Pool of Dryness

Ghostly shadows of trees
stood tall in spartan simplicity,
Shading the dry river from
Water that fell not.
The sky shone blue,
A mirror of the past,
Aging, silvery wisp  by wisp.
The river lay embedded
Into the ground –
The brimming pool of dryness,
Parching the land around.

The leaves drooped their head in shame,
Though what they did, we know not, while
The dry clouds above sobbed
Great big tears, mourning their mother,
Exhausting their ocean of sorrow.
In friendship, the birds
Tweeted bare comforts,
Seemingly hard,
In the new withering world.



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