• I look out over the wind swept lands
    The tree's bare, branches snapped
    the ground rocky and lifeless
    no grass, no animals
    the lake dried up
    No life, no action
    Not even a car driving by
    but
    under a rock, there's something
    a small pinkish flower
    fed by the moisture kept under the rock
    The shimmering light untouchable to the barrens