The lonely flicker of life
wanders through the sands,
knows each grain,
never seeing the same dunes twice.
The sun rises
and greets.
The moon comes
and cools.
Long days and nights,
so much to do.
Keep safe during the day,
be productive at night.
Water growing thin
however,
survival is guaranteed
for it doesn't require much.
Many seek to take everything,
but it has many swords to protect.
Invaders promptly depart.
The desert
is no place
for a life.
Which is why I thrive.