The Desert

In the desert I am a grain,
A nomad breathing to the wind the sun the sand,
The climate shifts and I shift with the climate.
Around the fire of the night, the deserts’ animals wake
And, with a sea of pearls over my turbaned-head,
I sit telling tales, singing, playing and sharing,

Daytime: on my camel, the shade of trees, heading where the wind wills.

In the desert, never alone, a rider and his steed
Listening to the weather’s whispers,
The directions heat dictates,
We follow the beat of nature’s drum.

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