ALSphere Foundation
Summer retreats, leaving behind a parched land
Where life no longer seems to exist Tired plumes of
grass and naked river boulders Sigh with relief when
the first raindrops as God-sent Kiss the barren soil,
trickle-down rocks To revive old rivers, verifying their
story of their past cascading glory.
The ethereal blood of the ancient Gods is released
I inhale its earthly scent It nuzzles my senses Like
sniffing the yellow pages of an old book Nature’s
recovery never stops to astound me The land is
reborn As far as the eye can see.
