I saw a tree in the desert,
It fed on the light of the ether
and drank deep of the earth’s subterranean waters.
To rare travellers it offered shade and succor.
Around it the golden sands shimmered,
Mirages of Paradise in the hot air,
Glimpses of other realities,
A hairs’ breadth out of reach
but only in the here and now,
The shifting sands
of this transient place in time.
S’okay. Needs a little work. Something’s a little off in the rhythm or flow. Many edits are probably to follow.