In the silent embrace of the desert night,
The sands whisper tales of ancient lore,
Beneath the moon’s soft, silver light,
They dance, they sing, forevermore.

Each grain a story, each dune a dream,
Carried by winds that never rest,
They shimmer in the moon’s gentle gleam,
A timeless journey, a ceaseless quest.

The stars above, like watchful eyes,
Reflect upon the sandy sea,
A canvas vast, where mystery lies,
In every ripple, in every plea.

And as the night gives way to dawn,
The whispers fade, but never die,
For in the sands, the past is drawn,
A fleeting sigh beneath the sky.