The defiant sound of change –
Dust storms that strike the frail and the bold.

Soliloquies of humming below reddish skies:
The murmur of mystery revealed
To tender minds and sturdy hearts.

I saw the morning at midday,
I heard the cries of sleepy sentinels
Guarding the secret of life.

Liquid is the marrow of being,
Vapor is the bane of us all.
Nature colors the vestment of living
With hues that saturate thought.