In the midst…..

Of the desert stands a tree,

Its leaves so green,

Flying in the mighty sandstorm so free,

The gushing winds and the stubborn storm,

The angry sun and the tormenting temperatures,

The trees seem unperturbed.

The cold still night,

The tree stands still,

Pregnant with all kinds of birds’ species

It waits for the morning light,

It’s mighty,

It’s pretty,

Its sensation spread beyond the towering dunes,

It shows there is life nowhere.

In the midst…..

Of the desert

The tree bears

Fruits without wear,

Its flowers scent sent the message of love and hope,

The desert dwellers smell the generous fragrance,

They feel the presence mighty of reincarnation,

Reverberating deep down their souls,

And with a re energized soul toil

Defying the angry sun

The souring heat

To get meat

To meet

Their daily toil.

The cold still night,

The birds embrace,

Whisper love,


As the fragrance from flowers fill their nostrils,

They wait for the morning light,

They suckle the rich nectar,

Below the star,

They meet their height.

In the midst….

Of the desert

The beauty of the tree

Sharply contrasts

With the brown

Unforgiving soil.

And in it I see the glamor and beauty of love

As I sit below it, I wait for my Valentines,

Under its grace she shall come into my arms,

In the midst of the desert I shall kiss my love,

As her fragrance fill my nostrils,

We shall fly,

And from the sky,

Rain shall fall,

To pave way for another tree of love.



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