052810b I Believe It's There Poem by Manonton Dalan

shoots of grass too short from surface
digging hooves can be heard relentless
their hope to have something to nibble
bony ribs looks like curling bare fingers
against a hot rock pounded by sun rays
sweat won't be visible to my weary eyes

lone acacia tree a welcoming cool shed
thick leaves so generous of their shadow
i could pick those for my herds' food supply
i remember there's a water chamber behind
those large boulders skirting the riverbanks
i can't be mistaken i can feel it like your love