Cracked land and vision blurred of heat,
Deep valleys sipping any water that dares fall.
The plants that grow inside them -
A mockery to life - bloodsucking leeches.
From their gray branches, and dry roots,
Spiked vines that lay upon the ground,
To their small leaves, and miniature flowers,
They strive for nothing but dominion,
Over the sandy plain of dust and powdered bone,
That even the storm bringing, thunderous clouds,
Don't near for fear of it's demonic beauty.
Cracked land and vision blurred of heat,
Deep valleys of amazing beauty,
All bring to heart the things, that in another place,
Only a woman brings.
Cracked land, deep valleys, dried out plants.