Some things live on me but never move
Long stringy roots digging deep into my heart,
Sucking my essence and my soul
Leaving only dust and arid land in its path,
The Saxual tree is like a live oasis, giving life
Wild onions nearly as good as hazelnuts,
I cannot believe that these plants fight on
My harshness test the strength of survival,
Cacti love my dangerous terrain
Some seeds to lazy to bloom till it rains,
Others only flower at night in the cool
While leafless plants do grow and strive,
Animals nibble heartily on the prickly pears
Sweet and succulent , but has a sharp bite ,
Rain soft as tears on my face
Making a blanket of colour before my eyes,
Palms sway like people in the wind
Rocking backwards and forwards listening to my music
Who am I?
I often have mood swings, violent , extreme and sudden
I go from peaceful ,rage ,beauty and death all in a day,
When I am angry I blind and pierce anything in my path
Swirling sands create confusion and loss of way,
Everything is covered with a film of my body
Which breaks away from the ground and rises up,
My angry does not last long, I fall to the ground
Exhausted and drained of all energy ,
When I am peaceful everywhere around me is tranquil and still
I feel relaxed and do not move as if I am a painting ,
Everything is frozen even the wind
I feel like I am sleeping, having sweet dreams,
Nothing can wake me, nothing can anger me
As I am peaceful my setting becomes more beautiful,
Rare oasis glint in the sun like glass
Lush green palms drape lazily over me ,
Fat juicy plums calling me to pick them
A slight breeze rustling the leaves, of the Saxual trees,
Who am I?
The sky going pink, orange and yellow
The most beautiful of sunsets,
As I get too peaceful and more beautiful I become more deadly
Death and destruction follow me like a shadow,
