Dawn & Dusk

Desert winds blow
Bringing dryness and death
The budding flower cracks
In this blast of hot breath

There is no shelter
The soft petals are ripped
Pink torn into brown shreds
As the plant is slowly stripped

The dry winds ease
And the swirling sands drop
And the flower can now see
What it has become

It is nothing but a skeleton
A twisted scarecrow
Dried up from the root
A signpost of woe

One day news comes
Trickling through the whispering sands
A cloud has been spotted
The size of a man’s hand

After all this loss
After all this pain
Is this all that has been mustered?
This pathetic speck of rain

The shadow falls
The sky goes black
Raindrops fall
As whips of lightning crack

What started as a speck
Erupted into a storm
The small cloud, the seed
From which new hope was born

Streams trickle down
And flow among the dunes
The fresh water pools
And seeps down into its roots

The plant is revived
Now with a lake as a reservoir
Hope always looks inadequate
When it is seen from afar