Describing a desert

The lonely desert

The desperate lizard was slowly loosing her patience after three days of eagerly awaiting her prey. The laws of nature do not dwell in these parched lands. It has been 48 straight days since it rained, not a droplet to soothe the bone-dry sands. The barren land was being tormented by the relentless, searing sun. The sand, so smooth yet steaming hot like a fresh loaf of bread, was a sea of ochre gold under the high noon sun, which grinned down, toasting dry the desert like a brioche bun.

The oasis slowly evaporated as every ounce of water sapped away until none was left. The blazing sun cursed who ever walked its path. The ones who enjoyed its harshness were few.

Meanwhile, the cougar retreated back into the cool shade under slumped palm trees. By its side, a source of life. The oasis. Invigorating it was as the timid lizard sipped on the fresh water. Though the mighty rays of the sun lashed upon the oasis, it still kept its cool just like a cucumber. Although the oasis provided relief for the thirsty in the desert, it held dark mysteries that could never be solved. The mystery of the thirty black birds that were swallowed remains in the shadows. And, the drowning of a young Arabian boy, in a chalky white gown who only wanted to swim in the rejuvenating waters. This oasis lures people with its attractive scent and pale colour.

The desert despite its elusive nature, remains a treasure of its own in these harsh, cracked lands…