Onto the scorched thirsty lake
Dry drops fall
From the fake waterfall.
Screeches here,
Croaks there
And nothing seems to be fair.
Feel the breeze,
See the trees.
Mysteries,
Miracles,
Every day,
Every night.
Leaves swaying to the left then to the right,
Leaves swaying to the right then to the left
Others,
Adust, on the ground are left.
A faith in the heart,
A memory in the mind,
A soul in a sole body
You and I are.
Bother not the self with what it said
But, carefully listen to the unsaid.

© OUADIA E.G