The nausea is back That pain in my stomach I can't control My heart's bones are aching My smile is breaking Like the day does do so often The dew on the leaves have dried Leaving no moisture to move forward the bloom The branches, vines, and stems are limp In need of a sprinkle to strengthen them Trees are sapped of the sap that makes them vital Their beauty still brilliant Though the inside of them cries the nothing left within them
