I step upon this planet,

An idea locked inside.

Brilliant desert skies high above,

And shifting desert sand below.

This burning land is careful.

Thoughts kept close,

Memories locked away.

I wonder briefly about the people here,

Why they left,

And whence they came.

The wind is chill,

It blows a mournful tune.

Keeping time with the fall and rise of time.

This desert land is watching,

Waiting with bated breath.

It's seen many come and go,

Looking for a home.