Death of This Dry Season

A facade extending deception
Veils lifted to conceal the destruction of the sun
Conversations have come to kill inside
An empty chasm, hollow and parched by the sun
Organisms fade in numbers
A barren land awaits a storm to replenish
A touchstone will measure, this facade cannot live
Death of this dry season approaches
Condensation gathers up above
The veils wear this exposing what’s beneath
Rain begins to replenish the soil
Veins are full of fluid
The sun once again retreats