My Kaleidoscope

Desert

I've been to many places exotic
Some terrestrial, others aquatic
Surely, a lot of places but not the desert
I surmise whether I have missed some art?

But then, as is with all creations
Which are unique and spread across nations
Even the desert must hold its secrets
Some uniqueness in that bleakness.

Thinking about the sand, I became unbaised
When you find nothing, you become pious
That's the purpose of the desert sand
Shows the importance of a helping hand.

Hence, I yearn to traverse the desert land
The forlorn canvas of the Mighty hand
Sure it calls for all the celebration
A plight to unravel the splendid jubilation.