From bewildered heights, heaven gazed on earth:
She was brown and wizened with care.
Sallow vegetation lingered motionless in emptiness,
Cocking her crisp leaves, devoid of harmony.
And the famished animals limply turdged,
And slowly stopped with lifeless uncertainty,
Calmly resigned to their cruel fate.
A moment â€“ and the eye fed on a rarity:
As if the spectacle had stung suspended heaven,
Sunâ€™s patriarchal face was hidden in shame;
Brown and defiled sky furrowed her brow;
Baked earth dissolved into dusty clouds;
And heaven â€“ the more to look more doleful â€“
At the hilltops passionately embraced the earth
Bursting into numerous rolling drums.
Powerful gusts propelled the dusty whirlwind ,
And scarlet shafts defty dived through the sky.
Leaves, like harnessed meteors, danced about
While moribund life, galvanised, rushed indoors
To impart word the Messiah was coming.
Then gushed the volley of drops of sorrow:
Heaven wept at poor earthâ€™s wretchedness.
Where dust was odious, now mud was cherished:
Earth gulped her fill down her cracked throats,
Brown grasses sipped with virtuous gluttony,
Dipping their sore lips into the sweet mud.
Child, bird, animal, alike wallowed in the mud.
Sun again smiled at he purged earth,
While heaven and earth disengaged their arms
To stop their passionate mutual embrace.
The scene was set: Paradise recreated:
First rains had come to salvage the earth.
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