Oasis

In the hush of sun‑scorched dunes,
Where the wind sings low and thin,
An oasis blooms, a secret tune,
A splash of green where hopes begin.

Palm fronds sway like quiet fans,
Offering shade to wandering clans,
The water glints, a crystal gleam,
Reflecting skies like a traveller's dream.

We pause, sip cool, let worries cease,
Finding peace in this desert's ease.
Though mirage may tease the sceptic mind,
Here truth is found, refreshingly kind.