Awash

In the summer when the weather is hot its not long till the ponds dry up exposing mud and dead leaves.There is no more mystery of what is down beneath the surface it is all plain to see.So now we see and now we know what has come and gone before us.Now together we shall wait for fresh water to wash away our truths and help disguise our failures and recreate our mystique and our mysteries ,hide our dead leaves and drown dreams,fear not,it never fails the rain again shall fall...