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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