The crops

The crops are starving, thirsty but still wait.

Looking behind seeing others give up.

Still waiting, having hope that'll never wear out.

All of them sleep in dispare.

Dreaming about happiness and not helplessness.

u     a     o     t     w     u

n     l       f     h     a     p  with energy they all haven't felt since the last time 

t      l             e      k         they got washed up. Burst of excitement washed

i                    m     e         all of them, they're now getting fed and they're now drinking 

l                                       happily.