Return

I will return

To the dust

Of the dry season

Kicked up in the air

By grazing herds

And playful children

Delighted

With open eyes

Wide smiles

Voices that tickle

The heart

With laughter

To the river

That refuses

To give up its

Waters to drought

The trees that thrive

And those that

Simply survive

And the scent

Of jasmine

In the air of night

And the stars

Of the dark sky

That reach to the touch

Of the gentle and the humble