Arid Land

A withering flower stands alone in arid field,
There alone it stands for showering rain to come and wield,
Its power over the land,
It yields,
In which,
No wake of storm can its shield withstand,
Alone in arid land it waits for a storm of power,
To wield a shower,
So that the flower,
No longer stands alone,
In arid land.

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