Stormy winds blew over arid land
while funnel clouds of dirt tore across the sand.
A lone figure strode through the sandpaper debris
head bent against the abrasive decry.
This outcast soul knows of no tomorrow,
while each step leaves a past in sorrow.
In a world changed beyond recognition,
caution guides after saddened indignation.
Pregnant with life this lone figure continued on
until miracles of chance happened along.
Outstretched hand seen and taken
now two set off in rhythmic cadence.
The promised land soon to be witnessed,
with heartfelt joys in visions breathed.