Everywhere needed, God,

please create gray clouds..

and then them unzip

and their weaved wrappings rip

Let their lifesaving liquids

everywhere drip

May bees into the puddles dip

and butterflies drink

at buckets' lip

Into all thirsty roots

may their flowing stream slip

and deer come to quiet

new pools to sip


saiom shriver


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