The hills have turned to mountains,
the rivers turned to streams
But here in this abandoned land
are the seeds of a thousand dreams.

The cold has turned to swelter me
in harsh, unbidden heat
But in this land of sand and stone,
the temp'rature is sweet.

The trees have turned to cacti
the mice have turned to shrews,
But change in both these common things
has let me start anew.

The world around has changed too fast--
We drank this planet dry.
The desert now stretches to meet
the distant Northern Light.

~April 16, 2012~
~ShatteredScribe~