Under the harsh sun, a lone healer wanders wide, To where the secret blooms of desert sands glide, Cacti stand tall, their shadows cast aside, In their silent watch, resilience does abide. Flowers unfurl, in colors bright and bold, Amidst the cruel heat, their stories unfold, Petals whisper secrets, ancient, o ld, With every bloom, mysteries retold. With each step, the healer gathers sacred lore, From blossoms that dwell by the deserts core, Healing hands glean wisdom, ever more, In the arid expanse, spirits they restore. Sunrays pierce the sky, fierce and keen, Yet life endures beneath their searing sheen, Every thorn and flower, a lesson serene, Of endurance and heart, vast and unseen. Crimson sunsets blaze, day meets dusk, In the cooling shadows, fates gentle brusque, The healer finds solace in twilight husk, Where nights embrace feels tender, not brusque. Stars ignite the night with celestial fire, Whispers of the cosmos, lifting hearts higher, Silent conversations, what souls aspire, In the deserts' breath, dreams don't tire. Morning comes, with golden light anew, Flowers greet the dawn, kissed by dew, The healer treads lightly where blossoms grew, In the sandy cradle, life is born true. In the deserts dance, where flowers weave, The healers' song persists, hearts believe, From each precious bloom, the wounds retrieve, Bearing hope and love, gentle as they grieve. ~Copyright Randy Salars
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