The earth in summer
it cracks, it heaves, it sighs;
the earth fallows, after the harvest is done.
it stirs, it talks, it cries.
And the world is still, nothing moves around,
abandoned and alone,
the herons and the maya to faraway bound,
frogs are still as stone.
Then they croak, herald the habagat season,
and the end of strife,
the earth wakes to the rain for good reason:
rebirth, the cycle of life. ~