Golden is its value, Blue is the color, Mirage is what the parched will discover. The condition of Cape Town is just the tip of the iceberg, While the god and his nature goes berserk. Third world war would be over Adam’s ale, Droughty land is where the ships will sail. We seek water on the alien mars, While these life sources every day turn scarce. Hanging in the balance is the earth’s fate, In the dry future, Atlantis would not be hard to locate. Sahara desert is the mirror image of the future civilization, Cactus water is what would give a pinch of hydration. We are unsuspecting that the tap is running just as our time, After the water cycle’s abandonment, three days is the period for the human life’s decline.