The wind blows and the sand shifts, but the desert remains the same.
The thorns and barbs still survive against the summer sun.
There in the brier and shadow live the myriads of
creatures that abound in this desolate landscape.
The trail behind leads me ever forward along the trodden path.
I only perceive my wandering adventures, and behold the view at the edge of the desert.
This was mine to survey in silence.
It left an image that was burnt into my heart and in my soul the desert remains.
The desert was mine that day and the deserts door was the door to my back yard.
This was a place for me, a place where I belong.
Seek that one road that leads to a place of pristine beauty.
I would be miles out along a lonely road.
To reach a crest whose view was breathtaking, for a memory that could last a lifetime.
One could only have that memory if they were there,
at that time, day, or year.
With just the right light, or the right breeze.
To capture that moment when the sun sets or rises.
As long as time spans we will seek out ways to explore.
To ride the trail, to go nowhere and everywhere.
I would step out and map our impressions of the world around us.
As nature is a part of the desert, I am a part of the same.
I cannot be parted from it,
to be banished from it I would lose myself.
The sand is in my blood, and the wind is my song.
I long to be there baking my heart in the desert sun.
My soul is capturing the landscape in my dreams forever,
on the trail.
Take a journey be brave step out and find where the trail may lead.
Learn what it is to be a mile away from civilization, at peace.
Don't close the door to all you may learn, but open it wide for all to come.
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