The Oasis
When the desert sands stop drifting
The wind dies to a gentle hush,
The searing rays and stifling heat
Wane and cool into pleasantness,
The clouds with their rain return
And water the parched dry earth,
And life springs forth with new found hope
In the oasis of new birth.
Larry G. Wyatt ©
When the desert sands stop drifting
The wind dies to a gentle hush,
The searing rays and stifling heat
Wane and cool into pleasantness,
The clouds with their rain return
And water the parched dry earth,
And life springs forth with new found hope
In the oasis of new birth.
Larry G. Wyatt ©