Life Leeched – Isabella Oates Herrera

Life leeched expanse of fields and arid land.

Tortured plains coloured red as a blood stain

sun tests the ground as it splits from the strain

like a melting ice sheet, cracks and expands.

Saffron grass succumbs, falling strand by strand,

Tired crops die early, no harvest, no grain

a dry eternity denied of rain.

Sad clouds stopped, full and in need of a drain.

The precious rain fell, loud, heavy and bold

Relief floods the province, drowning its thirst.

Once parched ground now starts to close, heal and fold.

Seeds start to sprout as this rain is their first

patient plants worshipping, water is god.

Former barren land now wholly immersed