Desert Flower

Harshness beat down on a parched land

Hard ground cracked and shriveled
 Having nothing and receiving less
Sporadic in its giving back

Uninhabitable and uncultivated
What could grow within this wasteland so hostile?
Nothing but the bleak, whose fiery is silent, weak.
Few can endure in these conditions
Only those who adapt will survive.

The Desert Flower raised her head through the cracks
Despite the desolate, she remained
 strong within the severity.
Stood firm against unforgiving winds
having sunk her roots deep
to find perch.

Building her defense thick,
protecting and retaining what was important,
 She held on to what harshness tried to steal.

Adjusted, she camouflaged herself within
the hardness of her surrounds
 Avoiding the predators
that would strip her carcass clean.

This arid flower, did what nature taught
 She adapted in order to survive this discarded land.

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