Red rocks soaking in red mud
Drought choking out in shudders & Judds
Sticks cracking like spines in a thud
Sun shining through this pitiful flood.
Silhouettes of dried trees in the distance look like dancers creeping backstage to steal the directors cut.
Glistening speckles of crystal drops caught on every second or third piece of grass remind you everyone wants something precious.
The wind pushes more water out of trees, naturally.
Do you think they really want to spare it?
They’re acting like they do.
But so does everyone when they do something benevolent.
How good are trees, really?
These fields are burning green while the red rocks hide like the fire in the beast’s stomach waiting for it to turn, making it erupt and devour like weather does.