so what does it take

the deprivation of love leaves a hole in the land where used to be a tree
rooted deep in through the soil..

and as love is deprived, the land becomes dry, grasses stop growing and the sun is nothing but a scorching ball of fire..

and land becomes a mass of graves, burying whatever remains, memories of the past, dying in each minute passed..

rain would come, but it brings nothing but flood, taking layers and layers of what could be the departing future of a generation..

for to set back into whence it started, a seed is needed, and nurturing it to life takes time, both rain and the sun..

and as fear is embedded within the living land's ability to adapt, it becomes un-nurturing, twice as careful and less braver than any land..

so what does it take?

as 'crave' becomes an enemy of the land, crave for an instant tree, growing with its root delving deep within the soil, with leaves hoovering the green grasses of hope and expectation..

making the sun a redeeming wave of hand in the morning..

what does it take?