Without Survival

I had written this poem in my Writing 12 Class .

Without Survival
A hundred year drought,
Affecting the generations to come,
The people suffering from the drought
With nowhere to turn,
Searching for an answer
As to why water has evaporated from their home.
The tribe moves onward to find even a single drop.
Approaching a barren wasteland
Still dry and empty
They see a small pond present patiently waiting.
The leader of the tribe raced towards it.
Ten feet away he saw nothing but sand.
Disappointment sank in his heart
The sun beating down on his dehydrated head.
The moonlight shined throughout the night
As the tribe continued for their survival
Water was nowhere to be found.