Can you guess the place!
Here I stand (on the tip of Burj Khalifa) looking down at the myriad of tourists trying to unite with the crystal clear water. They are insects crawling towards an abyss of paradise. The golden sand lay the path for these senseless animals so they can see their future in the crystal water. The gentle breeze not only lifts the leaves of the palm tree but also the spirits of the tourists calling them forward.
When your toes sink into the sand, golden and glowing, you get the feeling of paradise on earth. The sand crawls up your whole body trying to protect you from the sun, cruel and wicked. The sand slips through your toes like sand falling through an hourglass. My time is up in this never ending sand. Here I sit
The crystal clear water, cool and refreshing, brushes the sand of you like insects. The roaring crash of the wave warns the sand from coming closer. The fish can be seen through the crystal clear water like the future of all the tourists: fun. The water, sweet and nutritious, splashes against my hot skin. I can see paradise through the water; the waters slight movement foreshows my next move. This is the crystal water sparkling under sun, waving and setting.
Here I sit under Burj Khalifa with the palm trees giving me shade and sun giving me internal warmth and happiness.
Clue I have many manmade islands one is a palm shape.