Clouds in cluster fleeing fast
Shed crocodile tears
On sandy sprawling land
En-route green western range

Fallen tears rolled down,
Filtering thru’ grain of sand  
Cooling nerves,
En-route unnerved

Hapless tears pooled in ponds
Hither and thither
To quench and feed
Camel and caravan

Only lonely daring guests
Seeking desserts in desert,  
In hot n’ high end wind  
For dates and palm to calm

Without sand, who knows,
Whole world would have been a desert
For there couldn't be structures