The fierce sun burned the land
Cracking
stone, bleaching bone
Drying
the rich earth to dust
To
be blown on the four winds
Or
washed away by unforgiving rains
So
infrequent in their coming
Unable
to penetrate the iron earth
Rain-washed
off the barren land
Like
it were a repellent oily hide
Leaving
it sterile and infertile
To
all but natures hardiest
Most
determined to cling to life
In
the fast-expanding wilderness
Beneath
rocks and stones life goes on
Insects
toil industriously on
While
un-germinated seeds bide their time
Until
nature smiles once more
On
this harsh and arid land
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