Sun Rage

SUN RAGE The grass is green no more No flowers are in bloom Some wilted twigs yellow, wistful There's a palpable sense of gloom. It was not always like this... Those days there was cheer All around and here Trees , heavy with fruit, swayed to breeze Content to lavishly, disperse their seed Playful kids howled and squealed Passersby stopped to sneak a peek The green field truly a gardener's delight During the day and at night With its refreshing cool clime And a lingering fragrance of lime. But, in the year of famine... Water became scant and scarce Over the surface, cracks appeared The birds and bees too disappeared Of rain drops, dew there was no sign Natures fury cruel, unkind Unleashed despair and decline Sparing none ,nor humankind. Mother earth weary,her bosom dry Heaved a deep and tearless sigh She knew well, now the time was ripe To bid her precious greens good bye... Creative collective Anthology series Date July 20 2017 Footnote Northern Indian plains are dependent on timely monsoon rains for their fertility after an intense summer and if these are deficient or get delayed there is a threat of widespread famine.