No illuminating grass,

No water for miles, 

The Sun beat down agressively, 

I shielded my eyes, 


The only word to describe me, 

Where am I?

Where should I be?

I took a deep breath, 

With one foot in front of me, 

I trekked on



This poem is about: 
Our world


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