The towers begin to darken with archers.

They fill and they fill,

with all the archers with bows bearing

water.

When they are set and 

ready,

they release their arrows.

All of them thousand and 

thousands of arrow 

drops.

They build up on the

ground.

Until they make our rivers and lakes.

The archers now out of arrows

have left us all arrows for life.

By

Jose Jimenez