by Shockadelica

Created on: July 25, 2008

Survival

As the sun beats down,
In a desert dead,
A small green patch of grass perks its crown,
And to the sun lifts its weary head.

Small in stature, small in size,
A tiny green hint in a field of gray.
This patch of grass declines its demise,
And colors a 6 x 6 square for at least another day.

In a desert dry,
Where the dust blows and nothing seems to be alive,
A small patch does try,
And in all of us inspires the will to survive.

The vibrant green blades billow in the air
Like a flag of freedom, surrounded by gray dismality,
Announcing its remain and to the world declare,
That in the darkest of nights there can be the brightest reality.

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