I am the fruit of infertile soil

I am the fruit of infertile soil plant, So as you are. Grown big under the heavily circumstances The fruit of infertile soil plant. Throughout rough winds And rainy wind, Raining heavily and blowing side by side Forcing me to fall side to side. But survide in roughness toughness as am tougher than the storm. Fruit of infertile soil plant. Smiling and soaking in these weatherly winds Not covered in this winter, Not comforted But confronted As am tested in terms and conditions my friend. The fruit of infertile soil plant survived in those things my friend. Wild creatures and wild wars with star - wars Wildlife conversations occurred around me in my sorrounding, No one else willing to grow on that infertile soil my dearest friend. By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya