Oasis

Somewhere, in the middle,
Of the great hot dry,
Surrounded by sand dunes,
Blown and piled high
By the fearsome desert winds
Swooping suddenly from a sky
As empty as what lies below,
There is a miracle, a place
Where clear waters flow,
Where the date palms grow,
Sustaining the caravans, a secret
Sacred spot, only the camels know.