In the Sahara, one can find a sand rose,
A little sculpture created by nature in one of the least hospitable places on earth.
Endless winds and shifting sands in a desolate, almost Martian landscape,
Work over time to create a durable yet refined thing of beauty that looks fragile,
But is actually rock.So it is with the human spirit
In the most hostile and barren places of the spirit.
Forces converge and sculpt a thing of delicate beauty,
Yet of enduring strength and resolve.
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