Beneath the sun’s relentless gaze,
A sea of dunes in golden blaze,
The desert whispers ancient tales,
Of time and life in sandy trails.
The wind it dances with the sand,
In patterns drawn by natureâs hand,
Each grain a story, each breeze a song,
In this vast land where shadows belong.
The moon ascends in silver light,
Transforming day into the night,
Stars above like diamonds strewn,
Across the darkened desert dune.
Yet in this harsh and arid space,
A beauty lies in its embrace,
For those who wander, those who seek,
The desertâs voice, a mystic speak.