I wander the sandy wastes and the deserts barren plains, they have their own stark beauty washed clean by infrequent rains

Each grain of sand an art form carved by natures hand, only the blind cannot see the beauty of this land

Stop, look and listen to what natures provided here, the desert has a purpose and the purpose will come clear

Close your eyes and listen to the whispering singing sands, appreciate the beauty of this stark forbidding land