Sky remains bright and clear,

The Sun's too hot to bear,

a little wind comes as respite,

but sometimes it conquers with all its might,

the arid land still sustains life,

though one of trouble and strife,

Yet the trees grow,

how? only they know,

And here she is,

she goes into abyss,

all dried up to the fore

persevere, she has to some more.