The sun is high ,
The air is hot,
There is no breeze,
Desert waste.
Looking for an oasis ,
A place of rest ,
Where i could lay my burden down,
Perhaps drink of cool clear water,
Yet if not that a speck of shade would do,
But all i see are the plains,
And the shimmering heat off the sand,
If rest cant be found,
Then perhaps only my bones will be found.