Dancing In The Savannah

Water wandering down the rickety leaves,
Sun is rising on the edge,
The leaves are still as rocks are cold
As the giant giraffes stride like one.
Elephants go astray.
The Savannah glares at me.
After an amazing rain,
All the animals come running
To greet the water long lost.
Never had the young seen it,
Nevertheless, they knew they were safe,
Dancing around the clear liquid.
But when the next drought comes,
The young strive to find water,
So they may dance once more.