Another Coviode

The zephyrs were pleased
The gaping skyhole sealed
Bowels of the waters
Finally cleansed

Spring in the turtle flaps
The cuckoo piercingly squawks
Cocking its head, "Caged?"
It seemingly asks

It was one against ten million
But the others were mere minions
Dried, depleted, resources drained
Was earth just man's dominion?

Cure for the earth, curse for the ruler
Came a vicious invisible intruder
Pulling down the despot to his knees
A fate befitting the abuser?

Shall we win? What if we do?
Toast to our older greedier hue?
Or dare we hope of lessons learnt..
A golden earth that did pull through