FERTILE DREAM OF BARREN LAND

In the heart of the desert, where the sun beats down,

A barren land it is, with no life to be found.

Not a blade of grass, not a drop of dew,

Nothing to live on, not even a clue.

The sand dunes rise, and the wind blows free,

A desolate beauty, for all the world to see.

A land of extremes, with heat and cold,

It's a harsh existence, for the brave and bold.

Yet amidst this emptiness, there's a strange allure,

A captivating presence, that can be felt so pure.

For the soul of the desert, is a mystery untold,

A place where the spirit, can never grow old.

So if you find yourself, in this land so dry,

Take a moment to pause, and look up at the sky.

And feel the power, of this land so wild,

And know that its beauty, will always be mild.