What rises must fall, to rise up from within. Dropping down in a cascade of cyclical spins. A mist-born shower of tears on your skin. Above all it descends, so May life can begin.

I rise and fall but never stand, and shape the edges of the land. With salt and foam, I churn and play, what am I, both night and day?

I shimmer where sun burns feet, yet I am cool to weary eyes. A glimbs of hope waits in the heat, a hidden truth beneath the lies. Beware the deception in the air, seek the place the deserts spare.

Golden grains in endless dance, shifting with the wind's soft trance. Castles rise then swiftly fall, yet always present, a desert's sprawl.

A climbing dancer in the garden, wrapping around with grace, bearing juicy gifts from fertile soil.