A Song of Spring

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

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

Upon 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.