Desert
By Relena Peacecraft

A dry plain
scorching sun
cracked ground
dead grasses rattle.
No water flows
not a drop
of life-giving liquid
is there to quench
the raging thirst
of my thoughts.
Sweeping winds
tear at the barren ground
stirring the dust
of the parched earth;
howling sorrow
into the void
of the cloudless sky.