reclamado.por.la.naturaleza 
At river's edge, the dance begins,
Among the trees and chilling winds.
Steps in rhythm, arms held high,
A silent prayer to the sky.

The bushes watch, the branches sway,
The earth beneath her made of clay.
No words are said, no song, no drum
Just movement calling rain to come.

The clouds grow thick, the forest sleeps,
The woman's eyes begin to weep.
Then, soft and sudden, skies let go
And raindrops grace the earth below.

They gently pierce the river's skin,
The dance complete, the storm rolls in.

Model: @vimalafaith

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