In the Wilderness
Clouds, white or gray gone
Not leaving a trace behind
And pure azure blue skies, drown
In blinding sunshine.
Summer has arrived
The sun beats down on the plains
Mercilessly, changing life
Once quite green, now pale.
Yet flowers do bloom
yellow accents fields gone dry
Vines in red, rose and purple hues
Cacti, their blooms bright.
Yet the earth suffers
Turned beggar, longs for water
Mountains turn rusty amber
River beds' dry stare.
But deep underneath
Thermal volcanic water
A treasure is found, healing
Giving courage, dream.
The winds pick up speed,
As the sun descends the blue
Transforming the ski's appeal
Orange and mauve hues.
Temperatures cool down
The earth is relief from scorch
People come out, still look out
For a sign of clouds.
When at last they come
Not a complain is heard, but
in all their hearts, dread is gone
The promise is up.
By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 07.09.11
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