Beauty in a wasteland

People say that nothing grows in a wasteland
They say its dry, very dry
Just like the dry bones we read about in the bible
But I took time to look at what we call a wasteland
And all is see is potentials for greatness
When I looked I saw beauty and calm
A quiet peace that beats the continuous rush
That is always evident in the fertile land

People say that nothing grows in a wasteland
But with careful examination
You would notice that not only do things grow
They develop a solid root system that goes deep
A root that can't easily be removed
One that becomes a legacy for generations to come
They also develop strong protective coverings
That keeps them from external element that might harm them

People find it hard to see beauty in a wasteland
But it is in this same waste land
That a mighty army shall rise up from
It is this same land that we now find our selves in
A land where roots are burrowing into the soil
On this wasteland when it rains, it pours
Giving life source of water that would never run dry
One that the endless root can drink from for generations to come

This is the beauty you find in a wasteland
Hidden beauty that becomes a treasure
A treasure for generations yet to be born
A treasure that when we begin to mine it
It will never run dry
A treasure that exhibits the goodness of its maker
What do you see in this wasteland
That I leave to you!