Hey everyone! Sorry i haven’t posted in a while…I wrote this poem for a writing contest, so let me know if you like it! My inspiration came from when I went to Death Valley… it was an amazing place!
The spirit of the desert,
Was once alive,
He was a boy,
So thirsty and hungry,
When his parents died, no tears to cry,
Just a boy, fate, and sand.
The spirit of the desert,
Still lives but is immortal,
His manifestations of golden sand,
Some say he rides the wind,
A rush of flow and ease,
The case still unsolved,
Because no one knows,
What happens to you when you follow its direction.
The spirit of the desert,
He can be quite like us,
Because he know when its night and day,
When the sun creeps out of the sky, and its night, he lets out a roar of wind,
The strong, sinister monsoons take your soul to heaven,
Now you know, when you follow it
That’s what happens.
The spirit of the desert,
The monsoon, his only secret,
The dunes kept theirs hidden from him, until…
One told him the last secret,
Spirit will ever get,
Just listen to the traveling sand, and you’ll hear it,
On those dunes that hold all the mystery
growing up: poetry! 