This land used to be arid
Dry as dry itself
With moaning and groaning inhabitants
Overburdened with discomfort

Days passed in ennui
Nondescript it was, to say the least
Where lush green once was, turned pale and grey
It was high time to bell the cat

But courage was a scarce commodity
So to the heavens we gazed
Wishes and prayers coalescing; and ascending to the firmament
Waiting in eager expectation for a reply from above

Who would come to our...