A Desolated Desert Short Story

A desolated desert is flat and barren. The parched desert sun sears over any scrap of fauna, with thorns to tell us that they are a danger. The air is arid, with not a hint of moisture, weaving and scratching my pharynx. There is emptiness in the desert, it is full of lifeless and fearful snakes in desire to hiss, slither, and warn you a farewell to your own proceedings. However, I was wrong. Taking the clean air for granted, I did not feel the beauty of the wind blowing and interweaving through my hair. I overlooked at the beauty of the plants and animals trying to adapt to the changes we are hastening. I feared nature but not the beauty of nature and the deep cracks between the geologic formations and the wide-open space for Joshua Trees to …show more content…
All of them were unique, there were a variety of rocks, and species that lies under them. Many geologic formations and species inhabited the desert, like the rocks united as one as if they need each other to form a symbol of many challenges they went through for millions of years. Looking under the breaches of the rocks were a biological community of many annual plants and perennials adapted to periodic droughts. Thus, the desert was not completely barren nor flat. The rock formations, surely made the geologic of the desert beautiful, and it provided a habitat to plants and animals in search of shade to reduce the evaporation of moisture in such small area. I grew more curious about the humongous rocks; and, I found myself climbing the rough surfaces nature provided for us. First, climbing rocks was a challenge that it caused redness on my hands, as I examined the small particles of minerals attached on it. I was aware of my surroundings a possibility of snakes hiding. Then, as I climbed higher, the number of cracks in the rocks increased, I became more fearful of the possible life on the