| RAIN DANCE |
Improverished spoiled land Yearning to quench it's thirst Miles covered with drying grass This drought has been the worst The sky shows no sign of rain The lakes have all receded Giant cracks upon the ground Nourishment depleted The air around so thick and dry The atmosphere so arid The animals ribs are showing through The tribe calls upon the herod Soaring Eagle has come to call Upon the powers of Earth The natives dance about the land Full of merriment and mirth They call out in their own tongue Wailing as if to say We need rain and we need it fast Please bring it this very day An hour or so into the dance A tiny cloud floats overhead Looking about the rotten land Noticing all that is dead The indians call, they get louder As they see the first sign of rain To pour down over the beaten grass To renourish all the broken grain The thunder rolls in the distance A drop falls upon a face The excitement bubbling up within Making them speed up their pace Soon a flood falls from the sky With brilliant light flashing across The sand turns to a muddy rile Dew droplets fall upon moss The indians dance in elated joy They accomplished what was set out to do The thirsty ground drank its beverage So the Earth could be renewed They thank their gods who watched over And sent them this cherished gift For the powers of their awkward dance Has caused the dry weather to shift. |