Dry World
Sand can be a soft one
With snake like plants scattered.
Across the desert.
Hands reaching out of the sand.
Tumble weeds come on little cat feet.

Sand can also be a sly one,
Cactus trees suffering,
Blood thirsty animals catching a
Glimpse of food but then isn't there,
Bony hand like skeletons dead on the sand.

A sapphire blue sky covers their sight
As they pray for food, night and day.

By Asya & Batuhan