always greener

Here is dead,
burnt
long starved for water.
Nothing but briwn shreds
and a longing for
something else,
somewhere else.

In the distance,
a rainbow rests
in the crook
of fertile land.
Life teems.
Bright promise beckons.

I journey towards it,
and once there,
in the mirage's center,
the color fades,
the life dies,
and I long for something else.
Somewhere else.