Deal in droplets of water
Herding clouds along well worn routes
Peddling life
A caravan of zephyrs
Across the atmospheric desert
They trade to old customers and new
But they are a discerning seller
The old mountains are their best customers
As they take care of their brethren
However, strange times are afoot
The caravans are following new courses
The old ways are being forgotten
The trees don't have time to follow
So they thirst to death
And drown in sorrow
Deserts creep upon well worn roots
And we watch in despair
It was our intelligence that got us here
Pray our wisdom gets us out
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