Because We Cut the Trees

Baked strands of air cut through my nostrils. As a cloud of red hung above rooftops so lads covered their huge mouths and blood shot eyes with polythene bags. The miserable trees had forcibly lost their green coat, the red earth had begun to crack, and rhythmic motion revealed gloomy black ants collecting dust instead of rice grains. Once upon a time in ages a black dot showed in the sky rumblings were heard through the earth and by divine whim, did piercing drops fall, trickling down onto my face I lifted my tongue to the sky like a tired dog until I could bare it no more and that was it the sky cleared, and the usual red arrested the brief blue.