Cracked earth waits in a barren gleam
Dust drifts high in a thorn-lined seam
You dig deep where the soil feels cold
Trusting life in the ground you hold
Clouds shift slow in a muted span
Light grows faint on the tested land
Your warm hands guard the fragile sprout
Shielding hope from the rising drought
Seasons change through the grit and gloom
Tender shoots claim their rightful room
Happiness wakes from a quiet womb—
World becomes field you turn from ash to bloom