A land sans trees,sans bushes, sans weeds, sans birds, sans—life.
Greens turned to different shades of brown. Brown wholly represents the condition beneath the sun. The land lost its woody vegetation; now a forlorn landscape.
Shrivel with intense heat, the lake that was once beholding a clear color of water was apparently parched to its surface.
I covered my head with my two palms due to the direct contact of the sun's rays. My skin itches every minutes as it reacts to the contact. I was walking, while toasted by the magnanimous ball.
I search for any shade of trees, until a thought went to my mind. I laugh with humour and a faint laugh of disappointment.
'There wasn't a tree at all'
I forgot, even a single greeny leaf wasn't present. It just me and the dry landscape—a desert.
I hope sun will set sooner, for the reason that there wasn't any place to shield me from the scorching hot. I dearly hope.
Brown. Now, my skin tone turned into dark toned brown. Seems like I was toasted in hundred degree celsius.
I look down to my feet and saw how the sand stick to my feet with my sweats. The crack of the thirsty ground was evident. The crack was enough for a small peddle to fall. I look around and give a full view sight of it while standing into in dried sandy once hill.
Indeed, everything were in different shades of brown. Withered leafs, dry ground, toasted trunks. From my figure to the ground, it were all brown.
The sunset captured my eyes,"Ah, well" I let a big sighed.
The sun started to hide in other realm and told the moon along with its myriad stars to rule the night time.
I lay my back to the ground and witnessed how the moon starts to move. The blue sky transforming into a grey mantle. The sky was like a blanket to the planet, it was just plain in color. The pale opacity if the clouds are moving beneath the moon.
I feel the cold breezes from the east then to other direction. Into this night, I feel alive and not alone.
It is odd how I love the pitch black surroundings, when it was my fear when I was a child. I whistle to the wind to show my gratitude for keeping me a good sensation which completes my night.
My arm supported the back of my head. I look upon the distant starts above and tried to count it. Yet, I couldn't. It was hard, there are numerous. The flicker of the stars was like an act of communication.
Tantalized with the crepuscule, it made me to appreciate more the light radiates by the moon and stars. The night is my escapades.
I gave the moon and the stars a smile and mouthed,"Thank you". Before traveling into the other world.
I stood up after seared from the heat and continue to walk for the unknown and uncertain journey.
Waking up after sleeping in a cold night with feeling the heat make me stood up before I die with toasted body. It was my regular routine.
I walked and walked to the uncertainty, and hopes for the sunset to come.
A familiar sensation of dryness on my throat awakens my system. I gulped and licked my dry lips. I swallowed my own saliva which I anticipate to lessen my dehydration.
Yet, it strengthened my desire for water.
'I need water'
The sensation brought me into too much discomfort and frustration of yearning for the non-existent thing.
I believe it doesn't exist after it was gone.
I controlled my body system and ruled it with my mind. I keep my feet moving forward and focus on anticipating the sunset so that I can freely enjoy the companion of the night.
My demeanor betrayed me; I kept swallowing my own saliva. I swallowing for countable times. My potent need made me to alter my act into ardently yearning for liquid to quench my thirsty soul.
Now, I couldn't cease myself to rummage the forlorn land for any bodies of water.
'Water'
I didn't loose track of saying water into my head, now it becomes a mantra.
I tried to look in various direction, to East, to West, to North, down to South. I found nothing but a dry land with me—a dry man.
Like a child yearning for a milk, I went to search for water. Again, there's nothing.
To my frustration, I shouted all my anger and agony for this life. My loud voice travel the whole place enough to the clouds to hear.
I asked myself again, is this really a life? Or just a mistake of putting me here?
Now, there's a liquid. A warm liquid that rolled down my cheeks. Now, I already reached the peak perhaps I need to end this here.
I kneeled down while my palms touched the warm cracked ground. Apparent for an act of surrendering. I weep for all the anguish that I had experienced. Then, I shed my last tears hoping someone could hear my woes.
My tears dampen the ground,a small circles made the ground into dark brown. I heard few faint of sound of dripping liquid.
I raised my head and saw the myriad raindrops from above. The droplets touched my dry skin. The ground turned into dark due to the rain.
The smell of the wet ground filled my nose with familiar scent, the scent of petrichor—an aroma of hope.
