Concentration lost,
I look about for something,
where I can find it.
Orange blossom tree,
with its sweet fragrant petals;
send its scent to me.
The first rain drops fall,
dotting the ground with purpose,
until it’s all wet.
The rain didn’t last,
and the ground’s already dry,
and plant’s are gasping.
I am now struggling,
With heavy eyelids that just close,
and can’t be opened.
