Where does the wind-blown sand begin to sway?
Black stones rise from the golden ground,
They stand motionless, in silence.
Time has shaped these ancient stones
The weather conditions and they stand alone,
Like sleeping giants in the sand
Nature's statues on this earth.
The sky above tells ancient stories
In soft grey and gold,
And the waves at the bottom of the desert.
They dance like waves on the beach.
This is where some plants grow.
Where the gentle wind blows
There is beauty in simplicity
As far as the eye can see.
The world seems so far away here...
Shadows change all day long...
A silent scene that stops us
In the ever,changing nature.