Land of the Desert
Little grows in this famished land,
its sad song eerily carried upon the wind
is seldom heard across a land spurned by nature,
as if,
destined to be laid bare.
However,
an indescribable beauty,
defiant of nature, is evident to those
who take time to witness
what lies before them,
yet remain cautious of the danger
this beauty contrives.
Life survives precariously,
a testament to its resilience,
each day a challenge,
this land of desert
offers safe harbor to none.
A sad song is eerily carried upon the wind,
each verse a warning,
enter this land of desert,
death alone is guaranteed.
Copyright © Mac Mcgovern | Year Posted 2010
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