Hackers: The Desert

An everlasting sea of sand,

Golden waves upon the land.

A ball of flames

Hangs in the sky,

Glaring downwards,

That burning eye.

Across the dunes

Fierce winds fly,

And sandstorms crawl,

Towering high.

Reptiles and insects,

The inhabitants are.

Food is scarce

- They search wide and far.

The hot, dry air

Blankets the sand,

Little moisture

Is found in this land.

An everlasting sea of sand,

Golden waves upon the land.

                                                                

                                                                                           Nick Graham

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