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 da...
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