She rook a somber stroll one day In hopes to clear her mind She came upon a rundown shack The bleakest you could find Its outer walls covered in vines ’twas dark and dusty too And peering through its window pane A storm began to…

The clouds this morning look of rain Will the flowers rejoice For weeks, their buds have cried in vain With nary another choice The heat has risen from the ground To smother and to steal The sacred drink they need for life That they now…