Withered


Withered

Shriveled, withered, scorched, dried out
No life or beauty left
The sun is too harsh
The cold is too bitter
The wind that once refreshed
is now overpowering
The rains that once nourished
now have the potential to drown
There is no rest,
no growth,
no color,
but the root remains
deep within the soil...
tucked away in a secret place
hidden from sight
and protected -
waiting
to Recover

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