They will stop laughing
When the first drop from the heavens
Fall from the endless skies above
They will stop laughing
When they hear the pitter patter of the rain
Bringing the days of the floods along
They will stop laughing
When they tread in waters and mud
When water rushes down the slopes
They will stop laughing
When the water exceeds the rooftops
They will stop laughing
They will stop being merry
A/N:The picture is from chatallot (http://www.flickr.com/photos/chatallot/). The poem was inspired by a few lines I heard.
1 comment:
I love it! It speaks of the ancient past and the future or maybe even the present in certain places.
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