Ships in the sky, don’t pass us by.
Please, will you empty your wells?
How careless and rude to let us stay dry,
Your children are starting to yell.
Hear, the ground it goes hungry!
How much longer will you pass by?
The earth, its father can’t do it alone,
Water your young with sweet lullaby.
Ships in the sky, we drink of your tears,
Finally you give us our food.
Forgive our anxiety and how we complained,
It was us who were careless and rude.
Bill Cantrell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ships-in-the-sky/
