The Winds

The winds of drought are upon us, And we shall remember our days of feast affectionately. The darkness of the skies seem to consume the earth, All we can do is seek out the fading lights of the stars. One by one, like lamps held in the skies, they are extinguished.

A shiver and shudder warms us in this coldness. Only the light of hope in our hearts guides us in these dark and treacherous paths,

But amidst these gathering storms, we dare to look beyond.