Upon the endless waves of golden grains,
The sands whisper tales of ancient lore,
Of kingdoms lost and dreams regained,
Eternal echoes on a timeless shore.

Beneath the sun’s relentless blaze,
They shimmer with a silent song,
A dance of light in fleeting haze,
Where memories and shadows belong.

With every gust of desert wind,
They shift and shape a new terrain,
Yet in their ever-changing form,
The essence of their truth remains.

So let us walk these sands of time,
Embrace the stories they impart,
For in their grains, we find the rhyme,
That binds the earth and human heart.