Desert Sands
Summary: Just a quick one-shot about Sunagakure, and the all the beauty it holds.
The shifting sands of the desert were a sight to behold, and one could never grow old of its beauty no matter how times they've seen it. Many claimed the desert was barren, dull, boring. But if they simply looked closer, if they stopped and actually watched – not look, one can look and yet simply not see – their surroundings, they would finally be able to see the magnificent beauty happening before their very eyes.
The intricate designs carved into a sand dune's soft surface by the wind could be magnificent, could be more beautiful than a painting and more detailed than a mandala. The thin clouds of sand kicked into the air and tossed about in the breeze could create the images of countless creatures—both of imagination and reality. And the sunsets…
The sunsets were a beauty all of their own.
Nowhere else could you find a more beautiful sunset, where the colors mix and melt and blend perfectly to create an outstanding sight. The sand would glow as the sun began to dip below the horizon, turning almost gold in the orange light. And once the sun was nowhere to be seen, the beauty still did not disappear.
The desert skies were always clear. The stars were at their brightest there. One could get lost by staring at the starry sky, it was so vast and unobstructed by mountains or trees. The desert had a life of beauty some would never see, for they didn't take the time to look at the little details of life.
But the people of Sunagakure were different.
Growing up in the desert, they learned to appreciate their own little slice of heaven, even if hard times did fall upon them once in a while. In truth, it was worth the risk of living through a drought, which was why the village population never waned. The people of the Sand had an eye for detail hardly found in other neighboring villages. They were the people who would point out how beautifully vivid a flower looks, or how unique the stems in a leaf appeared.
Sunagakure was beautiful in nearly every single way.
And as Gaara stared out over the vast desert, taking in all its beauty with his intelligent sea-foam eyes, he realized just how lucky he was to be born and raised in such a magnificent place, and to be its guardian and protector until the day he dies.
A/N: Just a note, this probably would have come out a lot better if my vocabulary wasn't so limited. *is shot* anyway, yeah, I wrote a Naruto fic! Haven't done that in a while. My friend brought up Gaara (have I told you how much I love him?) in a conversation and that just set off an urge to read some Gaara fics. And that made me want to write something on him and he desert (because I've always been watching waaaay too much David Attenborough in the past week)
Review if you feel like it. If not, it's fine. I just had the urge to write this and thought I'd share it. *shrugs*
Your shy ice elemental,
~»roo the psycho«
