The Landscape was arid
The landscape was hot
He walked
The sun seared down
Devoid of rest
How did I find this place
What arteries of life brought me to my present setting
I miss the ocean
I miss the green
I miss the cool breeze
I feel hot
I feel morose
There ahead
I see
A solitary garden
Three small trees
shades of green and brown
Go to it
A sliver of solitude
Comfort
Sit
Revel in this moment
I will cherish this place
These 3 trees
Beauty
Muse's Musings 