Earth so dry, it cracks
as fissures brown and black
cry out for rain
while higher up
the snow is tamed
by sunlight burning bright
upon the glistening heights
of snowbound peaks

and ire speaks
as ice melts into warmth
of sun's embrace
and a feel of living grace descends
as moisture without end
that flows in streams and rivers
to our lives

as at the peak of all sensation
wisdom dawns
while new, enticing dreams are born
within the morn of each tomorrow


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