The Desert Flower, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

The desert flower
Waits for the needed water
Which may never come
An oasis in the sand
Wish to offer her a hand

Her pain is not shown
Why must she be all alone
With no one to care
Battered by the endless wind
Punished as if she has sinned

Signs of being flayed
Moved closer to give her shade
Want to give relief
It is quite hard to explain
But I understand her pain