Cracked and sun burnt skin,
The wind swept and desolate plains
To the naked eye
All within the swirling heat
Lie dead and wasted

Moisture of life
So inadequate, but consumed in power
Judge, jury and executioner
A verdict sometimes harsh, but absolute
Yet a look closer, reveals
A plethora of animate creatures
Living, thriving and entirely impervious
To these perils

All is not what it seems,
As shadows of dark clouds
Block the source of its bane,
Soon to bring tears of god
Transforming this lurid scene
Into a beauty seen by few and
enjoyed by fewer

Though it fades as quickly
As it appeared
The cycle, like time,
Eternal

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