I close your mail so none can peek, or bark and splash along the beach.

A respite to despite The land of sand .

A cosmic spiral of dust and flame, where countless stars dwell in my domain. Though far away, I fill the sky, a glowing band that catches the eye.

A sudden gust from your face, scattering invisible pollen like a tiny tornado, often accompanied by a bless you.

Buried deep where ages lie, I watched the countless years go by. No breath I take, no voice I own, for now I’m cast in hardened stone.