Red Rock Oasis.Sun beats down on barren land,Empty stand pasangs of sand, Safe behind high walls and gates, Verdant long avenues of dates, All in order knowing their places, These are the Nomads of the Oasis. Djellaba, burnoose and turban, Garb of the Oasis Free Men, Tending crops, scimitar wields, Carefully, monitoring yields, Essentials grown for survival, Trade, too, a closely met rival. Cloistered halls hide the harem, Beauties who invade your dreams. Diaphanous silks and sashes, Dark eyes behind sooty lashes, Drawing water for the gardens, Of the imprisoned flowers, wardens. Slash of green accents the dunes, Almost black under the moons, Sunsets glow amber and gold, As the beauties their secrets unfold, Coming to life as the day ends, Coolness the most welcome of friends. Relaxing, reveling, play, Out of the heat of the day, Fire sending smoke to the skies, Roasting meat, tastes tantalise, Feasting and feeling replete, As the girls dance by your feet. Kaiila traverse the desert, Riders must be ever alert, Move by night in cooler air, Ever conscious, extra aware, In the dunes as golden sands shift, May your eye be keen, your steel swift |