Hope Poem by mifael llauderes

Seeping promptly on the ground
Spilt, I watch it disappear
Does it, as it sinks like water,
Gather more when it is deeper

May it find its proper place
To locate a better leading
Reach its purpose at its peak
Be a cloud that’s set for raining

The thirst that cracks the face of drought
Awaits in searing sharp of edges
The roots of wilt and soles of burnt
Are pleadings of the hearts for ages

May the skies be filled with hope
Like the rain that tames the dust
May be seen so soon to cope
Lest it’s blown away… a gust!