The dry heat of the Sahara,
Giraffes thrive on living trees.
Without it they're dead.
But one giraffe in particular was different from the rest,
She was only two feet tall.
Not tall enough to eat from any tree in the Sahara,
She always thrived on what was dropped.
Starving, dehydrated, and malnourished,
She quickly became ill.
But a strange giraffe from a different group appeared.
He spoke to the young giraffe.
There's a tree that's perfect for her height.
The whole entire group went forth for the tree.
They found a tree but behind it were dead trees,
Disappointed, the black clouds role in but the strange one is back.
He took lead and led the group to the strange land,
Land that flourished in tall and short trees.
If it wasn't for the strange she would be dead.
Sometimes strange things are your way out.
