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, while
Un-germinated seeds bide their time
Until nature smiles once more
On this harsh and arid land
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