Patient

Rays dressed in copper

Come dancing down

To caress the earth

Dodging a patch of white

And another of grey

In a sky unusually clear

In the heat-soaked June.

The earth, parched like her people

Yearns for that cool touch

To calm her withered face

And replenish her womb

That waits pregnant with shades of green

Eager to breathe in

The earthy fragrance dipped in the restless air.

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