I look around in the maze of your rivers,
I walk in for the fresh waters.
I get lost in the streams in
the rocky floors that hurt my feet.
I walk out from the discomfort
of my foot’s bleeding vein.
But I pause for a second
as the sun shines its rays,
seeing white flower petals
that you placed,
floating in the water.
I blink unfocused
I smile with widening eyes,
and I walk back in
to enjoy the glimmering light.
I’m floating on my back
in the warm river
with a smile,
then in the shower
of the evaporating waterfall.
Soon it dries up.
The flowers shrivel down.
I start to shiver and beg
for the warm rain to come.
But it never comes and
I’m left with pale skin
and chattering teeth.