The Drought

Dear Sun
Why do you desiccate this heart
Bleed it dry
No blessing sent down in disguise
O Death
Why is it here that you reside
Ingest
And drain all the color as you drink the rest
Sun
Why do you desiccate this land
Leave it scorned
No blessing sent by heaven's lords
O Death
Why is it here that you adorn
Digest
Drain all the water, no fruit to be left