Blossoms feel poorly
from absence of rainwater
darkened clouds inept
blooms exploding with vibrant
colors now wear faded hues

Petals caught in an
unprovoked lasting combat
friendly faces sad
their leaves brittle and drooping
green thumb’s joy crushed to the ground

Bucks, does, and fawns live
in open space where the road
meets the hills, but drought
merged its parchedness upon
the land that nourished their souls

Now they mosey through
busy neighborhoods seeking
sustenance, unaware cars
don’t know the grave difference
eyes of drivers distracted

Turning back time is
not an option for saving
flora and fauna
who have fallen victim to
this climate alteration

Is the cause labeled
debated on both sides with
no agreement reached?
If we all did our small part
a rescue could come, maybe

Lauren Scott (c) 2022