From the depths of the oceans

Blooms the deserts

Winds so dry and true

Examine the dusty paths of yesterday

In a hope to find a new connection to the land

The desert times roll over the evening and light

Taking the days into the summer of heat

Into the nights of cold winter air

Trod the path taken

And learn the ways of simple life

Taken one day at a time

And learning from the land

With my hand upon the chimes of time

I wait to see what the next day will bring