In the heart of the desert so dry and vast,
A precious oasis stands in contrast,
Where the sands hold the stories, the memories last,
Of the travelers who’ve journeyed through time so fast.
Beneath the scorching sun, a shimmering sight,
The waters glisten, a pure delight,
A refuge for wanderers in the harsh daylight,
A haven of hope, a tranquil respite.
Palms sway gently in the warm desert breeze,
Whispering secrets to the rustling trees,
Their shade a haven for those in unease,
Embracing the weary with comforting ease.
Mirages fade at this oasis divine,
As weary souls in the waters entwine,
Where the sun meets the stars, a jeweled shrine,
A timeless haven, a shelter benign.
The desert oasis, where life and death meet,
An ancient sanctuary in the burning heat,
This sanctuary holds tales so sweet,
Where the sands hold the memories, a timeless feat.