Cyclic

Why has the river dried,
Even with my tears flowing.
Is it just me or everyone,
Being dealt with this blow.
Why has the land got barren,
Even with all my hard work.
Do I or others need to strive,
Longer than our efforts can.
Why has the leaf lost color,
Even with its companions around.
Is it just me or societal call,
To make its life colorful again.
Why has the desert come to life,
Even with neglect of it by me.
Do I or others need to believe,
Things change often for good?!