In The Drought – Olivia Upton

From gushing streams flowing swiftly across the sand,
To still waters scattered across the land

Though the sun like fire will burn and dry ,
Leaving the valley in a cause of terrible cry

Lower and Lower the water will drop,
Less and Less water to irrigate your crop

Dry river and creek bed,
Lay there still almost dead

Yet rain will soon come again,
But no one will ever for tell when

To the gushing streams flowing swiftly across the sand,
and still waters scattered across the land.