Cry for the Land!

Hold me before I flood the lands
with my tears
I have a torrent coming

I have had enough washing my face
The cool breeze dried them all

Don't ask me if they will come clattering
or ghostly drilling
Can you tell when the stream chuckles?
or its gently wave cascades?

It is for my land, my home
Future soiled, in a sea of greed!