Dust

The world is tired and full of dust.
The air is dry; the ground is dry,
Oppressing and lifeless. Nothing can grow.
The night sky, clear and cloudless,
Shows no hope for a cool refreshing rain.
The soil is cracked, brittle, and old,
Deprived of the life-giving water.
A lone tree stands on the horizon.
Though rooted in the hard ground,
The barren tree reaches for the sky in prayer.