Clouds in cluster fleeing fast
Shed crocodile tears
On sandy sprawling land
En-route green western range
Fallen tears rolled down,
Filtering thru’ grain of sand
Cooling nerves,
En-route unnerved
Hapless tears pooled in ponds
Hither and thither
To quench and feed
Camel and caravan
Only lonely daring guests
Seeking desserts in desert,
In hot n’ high end wind
For dates and palm to calm
Without sand, who knows,
Whole world would have been a desert
For there couldn't be structures