ALONE

AM I ALONE IN THIS EMPTY PLACE?

I SEE NOTHING BUT SAND AROUND ME.

IS ANYONE HERE AT ALL, SOMEPLACE?

DOES NOTHING BUT SAND SURROUND ME?

NO, I AM NOT ALONE, I SEE MOVING SAND,

I SEE THE WIND CARVING AND BLOWING

THE SAND INTO WONDERFUL STANDS

OF GRAINS, ROLLING SO SLOWLY

BY ME, SOME STOPPING UPON MY FEET,

IT IS AS IF THEY HAVE COME TO GREET

ME HERE IN MY LONELINESS, YES,

THEY HAVE COME TO TELL ME, OH YES,

THEY HAVE COME TO TELL ME OF LIFE,

HOW THE WIND FORMS LOVELY SHAPES

INTO LARGE DUNES, WITH MUCH STRIFE

WITHIN THEM, THEY MOVE AND DRAPE

AROUND MUCH SMALLER THINGS, TOO,

EVEN SMALLER THAN MY FEET,

AROUND WHICH THEY DO MEET, ONE ON ONE

THEN TWO ON TWO, AND ON AND ON.

WATCHING THE SAND MOVING SO SLOWLY

HAS MADE ME TO NOT FEEL SO ALONE,

IT HAS GOTTEN MY MIND OFF MYSELF ONLY,

AND ONTO THE GREATNESS OF IT'S HOME.

THE DESERT, AND IT IS NOT SO ALONE AT ALL.

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