Reach up to the hot skies
Mercy they seek
On deaf ears fall their cries
The hot sun beats down
Seeking rivers to dry
But only the riverbed
Meets its pale eye
I am dry and hot
The sun answers
Thirsty and burning
But where is all the water!
Wherever I seek
I see nothing that shimmers
Only dry twigs and trees
Which cry for water to me!
I am a ball of fire
I can but help make clouds
Drawing from what is yours
Giving back amidst thunder loud
I am not drunk on the elixir
Given to you abundantly
Ravaged and savaged mindlessly
Now, everywhere, drought I see!
In earth, a rival I perceive
With no water bodies
Another ball of fire it will be
Watch out before you burn every tree.
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