wasteland

Colorless and barren, a dessert full of waste.

A well without water, and food without taste.

There are no valley depths, nor any mountain range.

The sun brings no warmth, and the clouds give no rain.

The trees without leaves, don’t provide any shade.

The air without a breeze, is too heavy to give way.

There can be no resting, nor is there any striving,

This land is not for living, here there’s just surviving.