A Song of Spring

In the quiet heart of the desert,
Where whispers weave through sands unseen,
Lies a guardian and guide,
In her hands, the breath of life,
A hushed vow, a hidden gateway,
Bestowing treasures buried deep.

Through winter’s chill, she slumbers on.
Wrapped and curled, land lying still,
She conserves her might,
Beneath the silent dunes,
She rests in the depths of night.

With her awakening, the desert sighs,
A soft stir, a silent swirl,
Colours bloom bright and true,
Rivers flow, life is born anew.

For in the heart of the desert deep,
Her song of spring will forever reap.

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