 Since no man walks upon this spot, Is this a land that God forgot? Temperatures soar beyond one's mind, No water there that one can find. All that lies on this desert floor, Is a scorching, hot, deserted morgue; Beady-eyed vultures circle high, But nothing else to break the sky.  Desolate, barren, white bones or skulls, Bare rocks, dry sand, colorless, dull; Do you think God creates a place, Then leaves without some sign of grace? God has compassion for all lands, And He's adorned these desert sands; Wild flowers every Spring appear, Mysterious blooms, year after year. Sunrise is God's special treat, Pristine and cool before day's heat; Then floodgates open, the sun explodes, A pure gold world is then disclosed. But God's greatest gift comes at day's end, For then His artistry begins; Sunsets ... orange, yellow, red, Purple shadows vastly spread. Colors of such gorgeous splendor, A painting God alone can render; Each twilight better than before, No two alike; each varies more. How can this be a land forgot? One sunset proves that God has not, This awesome land, bequeathed to man, Is just exactly as God planned.
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