SONG OF THE SAND DUNE:

In the heart of the desert, I hear her sweet tunes,

The ancient laments of the old grainy sand dunes,

Whispering to lost wanderers, of paths to follow,

Humming to little creatures, in her shaded hollows.

Silken sand soliloquies, soothing slithering snakes,

Whooshing grainy sheets, over lizards, not to bake,

Protecting with her pillows, the tiny thorny plants,

Shifting with the breeze & waltzing in warm dance.

When day is done, sun bows, in orange, reds & blues,

Moonbeams come to visit & to gently pay soft dues,

A serenade of stars, to each, every tiny sandy grain,

Bringing forth an aria, of desert´s long awaited rain.

Humming, strumming can be heard, long, far & wide,

Echoing over sandy hills, long before we lived & died,

As old desert kneels & pays homage, to all opal moons,

I hear through eons, the Ancients song, of old sand dunes.