The earth is dry, I see cracks in it. Oh I wish I had not let those words go. Now I am bare, the sun scorches the back of my neck.

The hair are singed, the smell kills me. I have been an earth loving creature. Oh! the moist earth. 

This scares me. The left over hair stand at end, I shiver, it is not cold.

Has the ray penetrated me? left me alone. The last descended of my soul. The final level of emptiness, disgrace. 

I am alone, my ancestors left, the heat took its toll. I wish the fire engulfed me too.

I was left to endure, why was my soul bearing the pain? I was mangled.

Lived on to bear my race. Without a partner I was free.

I was me and my offspring was me.

But was he really me???

The earth took its toll and now I walk no more. My offspring was never me. 

But he was he...he walked and bore. His race has walked. His next has too.

They have brought the heat back too. 

The earth is dry, they don't see cracks though. They loved the moist earth too.