The scorching sun, the heat
and the biting wind
the charring skin, the pelt
my withering rind.
Pitted with nature's fury
feeling its utter wrath
Mightier than I could carry
cutting short my deader path.
Larn to exist in this wind
fore the final outcry
assay to gain before the end
is the moral of the story.
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