The sun rises from the East and brings forth the great heat and light of a new day. Brilliant beams of energy striking and filling the land, cleansing all from the cold night before.

The dry expanse of the desert falls under the sun's intense rays and becomes still in the glowing presence. The force of a thousand glittering stars is focused on each grain of helpless sand.

This is the site of death and solitude for any creature who wanders into the daystar's burning wrath. No rock or failing plant opposes the lord of the sky.

None except for the delicate desert flower.

This angelic flower does not gain her power from the arid wind or the scorching sun. Her strength comes from the moon and purest of the stars in heaven. In a land of chaos and sorrow, she grows and radiates her love to all those around.

Her leaves are formed from the dreams of children; her roots composed of the laughter of old women. The divine blossom of the desert flower is created from the songs of young lovers and their innocent kisses.

No other living creature shines like this flower, and yet so few can see her for her full worth.

The rains are attracted to her glory and cover her with an elegant shower of life. Small fragile droplets of water find protection amongst her leaves and petals. The insects of the desert seek out her wisdom and immense kindness. They find shelter and a new hope for the morrow.

Some long to reach out and pluck the flower from the barren land, saving it from further suffering. But the desert flower grows strongly and conquers the rigid soil of the wasteland. Her place is here, where she can bring life to a dead world.