The flood

The skies opened
The floods came down
The rainy days ahead
Have reached our front door

The barren desert
Once parched
It’s thirst quenched
By the once dry sky

Like a little plant
Only a sapling
We watched it grow.

Now full grown
Our little tree
We watch from a far
Our tears unknown
For those to see.

The rains came down
The floods came up
They ripped the roots
Straight from the ground.

Our garden is left scarred
And marred
Our innocent tree is lost
From our front yard.


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