A WHITE SKY


Leaves and trees dried
Streams and rivers drained
The sky is darkened and blackened
The sun rises from the west
and sets in the East.

Verdant gleams under a white sky
Pens dances well under a white sky
with the market raucous
This green land’s balcon need redeemers

The grey hairs shall sit
And the black hairs shall be on their feet
for it must rain
so that a white sky can reign
and rain barrels will be vain.

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