Continued
The rocks were smoother than he was used to. There were cracks to grab hold of, but the edges were worn down and hard to grip. After an hour of climbing he made it to the top, and stood at the very peak of one of the rocks. His breath caught in his throat. Spread before him was emerald beauty out to the horizon. Trailing from the low ridge were more dry brush, but it turned to deep green plants and trees. Water was running, real water not a mirage, in a huge stream down from the mountains in the distance, forming a lake at the bottom. The man was stunned, awed at the verdant beauty before him. She sat down where he stood, and just stared out at it. All the effort, the marching across the desert, had been worth it. Why had his tribe left this beautiful place? He wondered.
In the distance he could hear the calling of birds, which made him feel peaceful. And hungry.
He hiked back down the other side of the mountains. They weren't as steep on this side. The sun was high in the sky by the time he reached the bottom. But as he walked under the trees it felt cooler. Much cooler and very pleasant. He couldn't what it was like to see sunlight through leaves, which left him uneasy for a moment until his eyes adjusted.
In the distance he could hear the calling of birds, which made him feel peaceful. And hungry.
He hiked back down the other side of the mountains. They weren't as steep on this side. The sun was high in the sky by the time he reached the bottom. But as he walked under the trees it felt cooler. Much cooler and very pleasant. He couldn't what it was like to see sunlight through leaves, which left him uneasy for a moment until his eyes adjusted.