And I gazed as...…

The grass withered from the shores,
Gravitated towards the blooming faces of the union,
For with a clouded glance it was a mirage,
That only could reflect from the banks.

The rivers narrowed and narrowed,
Distanced themselves from the bloomy,
rosy, happy and colorful bud.

If it was for the fauna, it stomped the stems,
grazed the infancy out of the bud.
Exposed now it was, as flora had withered and gave up.
The union stood alone, deserted and weakened.

How did you survive? I asked a question.
The bud answered....

Our weakest joins were covered, plastered and,
illuminated by a gift of time.
A gift that requires only patience and steadfast,
A species that has what we lack.