The drought came like a flood.
Once healthy plants withered
and fields turned to dark dwellings
where only the snakes slithered.

Gritty gravel choked out light
that then choked out hope.
Inhabitants were tricked into believing
they were out of heaven’s scope.

But suddenly, the sky opened up.
Clouds brought refreshing rain
and washed away all strife and pain.

Thick thorn thickets had to flee
because flowers were set free.
Leaves stretch and eyes
reach toward skies.
The stocks stand strong
as they sing a new song:

“The beautiful sun is undone”
“The beautiful sun is undone”