What A Friend Can Do
The earth sits, bare.
How it wishes for there to be
One to bring water to the deserted field.
Let the seeds of the beautiful flowers and trees
Grow and grow until the bareness
can no longer be seen.
And when that does happen,
It will be forever greatful
Because someone saw
The potential underneath
The quiet, lonely earth
And offered water to bring it joy.
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