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