Arid. Parched. Withered. Bone Dry.
Yellow grass burns
beneath a merciless sky.
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A scorched surface crust
where nothing finds reprieve
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Thick heat cloaks us, makes it hard to breath.
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Our arid earth whispers, cracking in its pain, desperately begging and thirsting for rain.
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Blue skies beckon, no clouds can be found, new shoots await rain, deep within the ground.

Resilience

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