The afternoon sun lingers over a thirsty landscape after a recent rain…

A cleansing ritual normally receding with the promise of all things renewed…

Clear, clean, and refreshed after a nice long quenching drink the earth should sing with rejuvenation…

But there is SO much drought and SO much cracked earth that the liquid is merely a lifeline, it’s sustenance barely adequate.

I liken it to an IV that thwarts death but fails to restore true life.

My heart aches for this living ground we walk on.

Her survival is our survival, and we must act accordingly.

©Dani Heart

12-6-2022