It is a flower,an essence, is a baby in a hot summer,
it is a flower can't evade, exposed in a sunlight,
and now evacuate to a shade,
Be careful it may dry up,
It is a child in the wilderness.

A beautiful child infirm left in a wilderness,
a wilderness with no food nor water,
Wilderness of infest hunger with bare rocks,
is a wilderness of dust.

Across the desert of Sahara south,
the journey is tough in a desert
carry enough water to fight intolerable thirst,
with enough food in arid.

The journey in a dense, across the arid,
it is difficult and curb to rest nor time to complain,
No rushing but in curriculum and very careful,
And now rest, to lay the burden beside the track,
it is a child in the wilderness.

Wake up and go, it is a great trek.
to continue, to evacuate with an African child,
To adventure across the great valley and plateau,
And we fascist avoiding to admix shall we endure ?

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