Small signs of the life I thought was absent,
The hidden creatures
I did not know were there.
Proof of movement,
Frozen in time,
To be blown away by tonight's windy gusts.
Tiny indentations,
Small as they may be,
Defy the ever-present silence,
And the air's stale stillness.
Every aspect of this desert
Seems to stubbornly oppose
My every expectation.
The sand is cold from late last night,
The ancient sand dunes move.
Hardy plants refuse to die,
Despite the lack of rain.
This desert within a desert,
Is seemingly devoid of any life.
But look a little closer,
Stare a little longer,
And you too will see your error.
For the life that thrives here may be small,
It it is no less lively,
Merely harder to spot.
And when the sun's away,
They come out to play,
Because the animals sleep all day.
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Scattered Leaves
PoetryLanguage is a reflection of humanity. Chaos that veers into organization Just to spin away again with a giggle and a grin. Random poems that I write. I will update sporadically. Constructive criticism is appreciated. If you want to see my best poem...
