With unsettled global climatic conditions, a poem on the ancient art of weather magic...
Weather Working
Circle round, and weave the spell
The need is great, the land so torn
The rain pours down, a sodden hell
And crops are failing, drown stillborn
Circle round, and weave the spell
The need is great, the land so dry
The soil is dust, a windswept hell
And not a cloud is there in sky
Circle round, and weave the spell
The balance broken, winds and rain
On us the anger of the gods so fell
For so much hunger, loss and pain
Circle round, and weave the spell
The need is great, restore, make well
Changing Times
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