I hang plump peaches on scorched branches
with mending juice for your dry blistered hand.
I stay awake night and day to inspire growth
in your demanding garden that overwhelms you
I gather every breath to send a direct wind
relief cooling your rosy sun-burnt face.
I savor charisma and purify human words
so you understand I am alive within.
I do this all because of who you are,
my precious child.
You have thirsted far too long
falling over again on cracked paths.
When will you start heading the right way?
I will quench your hunger
and everyone held captive,
if you let me listen.
