The drought that followed the dusty
trail of shipwrecked dreams
brought upon a lengthy despair
that clouded the vision of a fighting seed.
No drought could cast a shadow on this seed
that was birthed to bring forth a new hope
so true and real that though surrounding it
may be packed with ravenous savages,
the fighting seed remained
incumbated in the dusttrails
that people have long forgot.
A famine in the land
and this seed with a very
small and definitive voice
cries out in the wilderness
while others seek to bury
their sorrows in the sand
and their grief-stricken hearts
now devoid of a hope,
as tears shed no light
in this seething darkness.
Though this seed was left forgot,
the people shrouded themselves
in misery and self-pity,
while all along, a miracle had began
as this fighting seed
that had remained dormant for so long
during this desolate famine,
had began to sprout
A wing or two of leaves
that brought upon
a new hope.
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