To think that I see gold
Where there is only dust.
In this world of rust.
The dust so strong and windy
Across the midnight evening.

I wander the sand.
I seek and demand
Water.
Through the hot sand
I cover my hat
Tilting.
And beyond dunes
With land runes
Hiding…

The wild sand fennics
Scrounge for the bugs
Crawling in the sand.
Hungry, they seek bugs
For all of life.