Birth of our sun brings a sweltering heat,
The echo of the desert brings a silent beat.
The long journey through the dunes of sands,
Is felt grain by grain through our feet and hands.
She smiles on you wth a torturous burn,
The dry winds spread, it’s water you yearn.
The slow voyage flowers from hardship to calm,
She’s old and rough but she means no harm.
The day gently falls putting out its light,
To uncover the diamonds of the desert night.