Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #564

Words:  sparks, sprouting, empty, breathe, sketch, damp, orbit,
        swirl, sisters, stars, art, shadows


Empty soil, parched,
unable to breathe.
The earth swirled
in shadows and dust.
Two sorrowful sisters
prayed for rain. They
had sketched out their
garden artfully, hoping
to have fresh vegetables
for Fall and Winter.
The spark had gone out
of their eyes.  Orbiting  

stars shed silver tears,
the clear skies clouded,
bursting open with rain.
By dawn, the earth was
dark chocolate–damp
and fertile.  The sisters
came outside. Their
astonished faces mirrored
those of their neighbors.
Sprouts were shooting up
like rockets.  It was 
a mysterious, happy
harvest for all.

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