Free Cee There Oughta Be Water

READY TO ROAR They were all thirsty, all praying for rain each of them in their own unique kind of pain they kept crossing lands looking for relief adults and children alike all suffering their own unique kind of grief the lion was always at the door the tiger was always ready to roar the puddles were polluted And none of the trees able to become deeply rooted each morning they would lick the lilies for their dew every evening their frustration like wicked weeds grew how to feed the babies, how to satisfy the elder one an entire village trying to beat the heat of the sun their huts provided too little shade as an entire town sat by sickly, lame and afraid frightened for human beings being depleted of trust their eyes covered by soot and mouths filled with dust they were all thirsty with the will to survive each and all trying to stay alive every morning someone was found without a sign of breath until the arid conditions killed everyone in the center of a town called “Death” © 2012.....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~