Whistling a tune with my parched lip,
I walked through the deserted desert.
Visualizing I was in a extravagant ship,
On a luxury trip, having dessert.  

Regrettably, I knew I was in a desert,
With nothing to cover me but a torn shirt.
My miserable fate
Thirsty, my pocket full of rotten dates.
Hoping for something decent,
to come my way.

A blue liquid shimmered in the front.
Hope flooded into me.
I jumped into the water,
And I drank like I had never drunk.

And by the way it’s not the same old mirage story,
It was water and I sipped it in glory!