Heat and sand, sand and heat
and more of the same forever
or so it seems to a traveler lost
without hope of rescue ever.
Hot by day, cold by night
the misery's unending
trapped beneath a desert sky
whose harshness is unbending.
Sculpted dunes, whispering sand
the scorpion's sting is deadly
the singing of the scirocco wind
a torturous, hellish medley.
Wave upon wave, crests of gold
the sands a thirsty ocean
numberless are the grains of sand
perpetually in motion.
