Written back in 2005 on a poem-writing spree.
The sands of time cover the land,
The dunes are high,
They tower like the ancient mountains that have never been seen,
The sun beats down on the earth,
It burns brightly,
It scorches the earth,
The heat is year long during the day,
There is terrible cold during the night,
The stars shine brightly in the open sky,
The sky and the land show their wildness,
And reflect it in the people.