Walking along a desert, a fool,
Thirst prolonged, a heat unbearable,
As if a passion is stirring,
Screaming, is the fool,
For allowing the desert to consume him.
Alas in the distance he finds the oasis,
Shimmering bright with a lovely invitation,
Radiance divine she invites him, though
The fool is not trusting, perhaps a mirage,
A trick for the trickster. But no,
The fool enters his oasis;
Castor beans and rosary peas with the beautiful Oleander
Adorn and decorate the oasis.
Beauty contrasted by the harsh desert around,
The fool smiles.
