Scorched Earth

I see the expanse now, I see the expense now, How we expand now, The sun never sets on Empire, Pitted, packed dry-cake gully Sere, stolid waiting the return Of precipitation The dearth of rain Brings Earth her pain until The dead creeks rejuvenation, There’s anticipation of CROAKS, HUMS, TWEETS, CHIRPS, That never come, Reign in your expectations of Rain, a bringer of Nature’s exaltations, But all I see is dry death, little animals hunt for oil, there’s parched soil, that cracks and crunches, from rock to metal back to rust, silt motes form massive walls of dust, As brawling winds blow squalls, I see the future, My eyes set fire to it all