Sights and Sands of Arabia

The Desert

The crimson sun burns down with blazing heat,

Killing vegetation, scorching bare feet.

I journey alone through the rock and sand,

Hoping to one day flee from this wasteland.

Oasis's appear, springing up fast.

But these sources of life never do last.

They disappear before I get a taste,

And then I am forced to wander the wastes.

Nothing lives for long in this barren Hell.

Parched bones testify to that all too well.

When plants appear I hope for fertile land,

But when I reach them all I find is... sand.

Author Unknown

These photographs were taken on a trip to Dubai, personally I think the city itself is more of a desert than the real desert, which is full of wonderful and magical colours forever changing.

I hope you enjoy some of the moods that I captured.

Blossom