Caveat
The brook is dry. The last time it let hear
Its waterfall was seven years ago.
When young, a thin stream of water was here,
Not very big, but nowadays no flow.
Without the vestige of a construction
Of a bathing place during the war,
Difficult to make such a deduction.
Thus drought cannot be ignored anymore.
Farming does not listen to our hunger
But the strong voices of cupidity.
Soils, wind, and temperatures no longer
Set cultures but profitability.
Not a lot of things have to be explained,
But Mother Nature will never be tamed.
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