Why said I

I fear the loss of precipitation
the loveliness of it's drops
the water falling on a hot summer day
all refreshment lost

I fear the death of innocence
when man can no longer gaze long at a rose
when wilted are his leaves gone dry
soil trodden by his big toes

my concern is for that aching pain
making so many give in
the hurt pressing on a tattered soul
deceiving the eyes of hope's kin

for the glorious seed of brighter days
filled with sunshine and breezy shores within
are purposefully placed alongside blue shores
no eye unscathed will win

so listen and hope fast my love
let this all comfortably sink in
broken feet cannot measure perfect streets
to some things we must always cling