Soaking in the hot African Sun,
Chasing the cloud shadow like a refreshment.
The vibrant lush green of the valley trees,
Is juxtaposed to the vibrant red dirt along the roadside.
The cool air of the bay,
The fog clinging to the ocean like an infant to its mother.
But just up a steep road, cut like a diamond through the rolling hillside
Balancing the swaying mountains like a surfer atop a wave,
A desert is waiting.
Those steady peaks mimic the waves found in the ocean,
Once you cross them you find heat
Like the breathe of a tiger.
They are just as rough, just as defined as the anger in the ocean.
Despite their intrinsic differences, the ocean and the desert
Seem to have a lot in common.