The Desert and the Dell

The arid air and husky hot breath Gives a sickly feeling in the sandy stretch Of silvery lines between heaps and depth ; Vultures preying on the carrion wretch ; Endless journey through the unguiding desert, Choking dryness and frenzied mirages beyond - All devastate to break down and only hurt ; The scared soul excited, invokes the bond Between Divinity and itself for a way out , And ends up in a frustrating bout Hermits and sages chose secluded a place Where everything breathed and sensed well Within the bounds of order and grace ; They found what they sought in the dell ; Tiny, tidy things in communion structure The plasm and the essence of being viable ; Conflict, coercion and hostility fracture The line and spine of corpus pliable ; Vastness is not just ample to lure , If it bears not the ethos of life pure.