Amidst the dunes where whispers blend,
The sands of time, they never end.
A golden sea beneath the sky,
Where dreams and memories gently lie.

Each grain a tale from days of old,
Stories of warmth, and nights so cold.
Footprints fleeting, washed away,
By winds that dance and skies that sway.

In twilight’s glow, the sands reveal,
Ephemeral beauty, surreal and real.
A canvas vast, forever changing,
With every breeze, a new arranging.

Beneath the stars, in quiet grace,
The sands of time, they find their place.
A timeless dance in nature’s hand,
Eternal whispers in the sand.