Sun Baked Mud Await For Rain
Sun baked mud stood like mountain
That let no rain pervades it dense cloak of life
Whirl of hot wind caress it roughly
Leaves dust of winds behind
Stood long ago, marvelously it grew
Rough with a touch
Color fed by the groaned of the earth
Appeared gold and brownish red pattern
Nicely it stood dry...peacefully it was
Without rain...lonely...it await
For the first rain
To washed its dirty body
Like dessert heat, it baked quietly
And cooled after the sun goes down
Moonlight appeared to cherish it hard rock
As the cool whirl wind caress its body
Years gone by still waiting to see
When will rain appears
Blanket of cloud kiss its tip
And bless its dry rock with rain
Cold bitter wind rushed past
Cooling the sun baked mountain
Crystal water sprinkled
Cleansing the mountain
Melted little by little
Leaves shades of colorful color behind
And when the sun start to raise
Rain disappear before your eyes
It leaves a marvelous marble look
Attracted many traveler eyes...
Leaving wondrous reflection
As it stood mighty tall in a distance