In the land of the deserts and camels,
Of turbans and veils,
It rarely rains.
The seldom ceasing summer is as bright and vibrant as ever.
Smiling down on us, the sun, with its golden rays
caresses all in its path with a soft Midas touch.
Bringing about a glimmer and a glitter on plants, ponds, benches and such.
The vast expanse of riches and glory,
Stand out, towering tall and mighty.
Skyscrapers reach out to the heavens,
In a silent face-off with each other.
Accepting all, this place of wealth, holds its arms open to natives and outsiders alike.
Its palm tress and rainbow bushes, swaying in the subtle evening wind.
Magnificent waves roaring and crashing against the scenic creeks.
I had never felt so “at home” anywhere else.
It was my safe haven, my home.
Until very ruthlessly, fate yanked me away from this beloved place.
To this day, it still remains most favored.
To this day, my whole being yearns to go back.
Never mind, I tell myself, the time will come again,
When I step into the boundaries of this place, that I call home.