(This is a double poem with one poem sweperated on the left and the other including those words, reading from left to right)
The West
is it hard to believe
that the West's hostile exterior is meant only yo decieve?
where in the world
can you say you watched as deseet flowers unfurled?
i can tell you
how desert wind paints dreams that come true
will you take my word
if i revealed the secrets of a Western bird?
always will the mountains stand,
towering over burning plains of desert sand
call forth history
by looking at everything left untouched for us to see
home to many more than just one culture
this unique style of life will forever continue to lure
