Beneath the silent sky, the desert breathes,
An ocean of whispers through the burning day.
The dunes are waves, eternal in their dance,
Shaping dreams where ancient secrets lay.

The sun, a watchful guardian from above,
Paints the horizon with hues of gold and red.
Shadows stretch long in the waning light,
As stars prepare to weave their nightly thread.

In the cool embrace of the desert night,
The air is filled with tales of time long past.
A tapestry of silence, vast and deep,
Where echoes of the ancients seem to last.

The desert’s heart beats in the stillness there,
A world untouched by the hands of man.
A place where solitude and beauty meet,
In endless sands beneath the silent span.