Today the South drips like a tropical rainforest

The water kinks up hair like roots of a vine-tree

Our squirrels, with no written doctrine to conserve the land,

Dig holes and plant acorns.

People can only imagine why.

So that we do not curse our beneficiaries,

In a world where life depends on rain

Let the rain drip, if only

To moisten the Earth

So more life can grow.