A wilderness with no savages
A wind with no humidity
And a land without humanity
It speaks out with a voice of desolation
Welcoming, yet hostile to life
The sun is its gaurdian and prisoner
The giver but more often the taker.

Like a Pyramid, it holds traps
Deadly slow moving waves of sand
And creeping phantoms disguised as water
Which will consume and dry.

Nothing can disturbe the age old serenity
An Oasis sours the view seldomly
But it too vanishes quickly
And the life which it held will leak out and vaporise
Their life giving water would rise up and form a small
cloud
That will vanish in minutes.

The blue skies are so beautiful, like crystal
One that curves the sun's rays and multiplies them
To scorch the ground to temperatures lethal.
Beneath, the only evidence of life are scattered bones
That the sand will bury, again and again.