Barren Field

I was born a barren field, 

Dry wheat and leaves scattered on my ground.

Water falls from the sky, 

Moist and cool,

But nothing grows in me.

The sun shines on my soil,

Dry and warm,

But there is nothing here to thrive.
All around me, flowers.

All around me, life.
But I was born a barren field. 

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