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Monsoon
The Wind Sways the tree's leaves
indignantly singing a stirring sound
It is waking up the unusally dry dirt
That had rested silently upon the ground
The grass has all died and the trees are gone too
Summer has left a colorless graveyard of souls
there have been many fires passing on by
and they've left the fields coated with coals
Everything is withered, this place is deserted
Everything has fallen apart
The plants have all died and the living is hiding
But the Monsoon is about to start
Some have escaped the unbearable heat
That has left all the survivors in pain
Most of them are lucky to still be alive
And now they can look forward to the rain
