The Wrath of Solitude........

I am here in a desert forest with dry twigs and figs that sway in the kiln wind

Its the time of Summer where the dates ripe in the humid space .
No hope to dream and no trust to aspire in the warmth of the desert steam.
Only my shadow and my Solitude with me to share my woes n' Sorrows.
No sight of the cattle or a pasture land with free breeze and a nature song.No presence of a narrow stream or a white old oak with a gentle thud.
No bird's squack or a cow's boo or a swing of a bright green bough .

Only the silence of the sultry air and the dormant time for my urban dream.