Lo! observe as beyond the pale horizon the
desert flowers bloom; hear their gentle sigh
rising high above the wind. Perhaps bristle
and burr came in whirl of wants and words.
Charmed by the nectar of flowers and song
from wee bluebirds.
Upon exploring thus terrain round bosom
of the South; let us soak in warmth of sun
and float high along with clouds. At nights
these dunes do whisper, legends that tread
till dawn. Lo! mountains decked with pride
guard until hours of rest are gone.
Revered the desert silence;
Bestows an equal balance.
Photo credits: Mish
Posted for Poetics @ dVerse Pub