Blades of grass reached deep into the soil
And searched for anything that might quench their thirst
While the farmer looked to the sky and asked for a break
Then the rains came
And the grasses strain was eased
And the farmer turned her brow to the cool, cloudy sky
She was calm in the moment
Until the water rose
And covered what had been in need
of only a few glasses of water
You’ve gotten really slick with the piercing! It seems really organic in this piece.
When are you making this into a book?