Lichen whispers forgotten tales;
the trees lean close to share, wounds deeply veiled in emerald texterium.
Paths fork into the maiden tone
scattered with unsynchronized ricochets of dappled light and hope.
Seek ye Oasi Frail, endings ephemeral and beyond shawushe echo.
Dunes dance 'neath sun-ambered crescent;
salt twists with harper wind, delicate and unnoticed
masking bleeding gladiolas, once paled saints, shielding the macarit horizon.
Led by dire songs of the ocean, colectus follows, serindedatuë gently sued.
Beneath a moon turning silver pages,
crags conceal caverns of luminescent lore,
enchorecha’ tattoos the granite velvet drapery;
markings left by a plentiful sun, ancient beyond far fabled stars.