Beneath the azure sky, the sands stretch wide,
A golden sea where secrets softly hide.
Each grain a story, ages old and wise,
Whispered tales beneath the sunlit skies.
The dunes they dance, in wind they find their voice,
A symphony of nature, free of choice.
In quiet moments, hear their gentle call,
A timeless song, where echoes rise and fall.
Footprints fade, as time reclaims its own,
The sands eternal, in their silent tone.
A canvas vast, where dreams and memories blend,
In shifting patterns, stories never end.
As daylight wanes, the evening shadows grow,
The sands reflect the twilight’s gentle glow.
Infinite and boundless, they remain,
The endless whisper of golden grains.