Against a pallid sky a flower blooms amid the arid stillness.
The red bloom a contrast to the beige and gray twisting background.
There are no human eyes to see such decoration in this wasteland,
Yet the beauty persists and calls back to more bountiful times.
Finally, a solitary bee, weary from its long search for manna,
Alights and drinks of the nectar from this isolated oasis.
Pollen clings to his body as this lonely messenger buzzes away,
Hopeful of finding yet another such prize before ending his daily ritual.
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