All of a sudden, summer has arrived, the lovely plants and its dear flowers are almost dried and some of them seem fatigue with the burdensome summer heat. The poet is now wandering in the Arab world in search of Oasis to see a flower bloomed, a blossom, a sprout. Yet nothing such happened and he wandering and searching for the most peaceful part in the Earth. Dark as the summer and summer as a dark net occupying him mind. He sat in his desert tend and near a palm tee shade and started writing his new story pondering about a white cloud joy. He will see a sight of an Oasis near by to unbound the joy of his new hope.