Leaves,
with a brown layer of dust on them,
hanging from the trees,
the earth,
with her dry parched surface,
cracked,
wondering what her fate will be

the robin is waiting,
for a song is there to be sung,
each of 'em,
each and everyone,
is waiting,
when sweet water from the rain clouds will come.

--> this poem is inspired by the weather outside, and sweet friends(who stand by u through thick and thin and GCA's and whinings and late nghts) :))