The year of the famine......

The birds soar high

in the cloud dotted sky

a gust of wind comes by

and blows the clouds dry

The Earth stays parched

The farmers have arched

backwards in despair

this is their worst nightmare

The worst is yet to come

It can't be undone

Its going to be a long year

What we need now is prayer

Finally, just when hope was lost......

Heaven took notice of a little boy

who sat deep in meditation

he was free from all temptation

it is his prayer that brought redemption

It showered like never before that year

beautiful droplets falling, bringing cheer

for everyone else the year was finally over

For the little boy, he was free forever