First Wind Of The Desert

#seasoning

In the heart of the arid land so vast,
Where dunes of gold stretch out in the desert’s grasp,
There comes a whisper, a gentle breeze,
The first wind from the East, a gift to please.

With a sigh, it stirs the sleeping sand,
Caressing the dunes, as if by a skilled hand,
A zephyr born from ancient tales,
Carrying secrets in its soft exhales.

It carries the scent of distant lands,
Of spices and saffron from far-off strands,
A traveler’s dream in every gust,
In the first wind from the East, we trust.

The sun dips low, the sky ablaze,
As the East wind dances in a mystic haze,
In its embrace, the desert comes alive,
A moment of magic, a chance to revive.

The nomad’s camels raise their heads,
As the first East wind in their desert treads,
A promise of respite, a change of fate,
In this barren world where they navigate.

From ancient tales to modern time,
The first East wind is a subtle chime,
A reminder that nature’s beauty lies,
In the simplest of things, under boundless skies.

So, welcome the breeze from the distant East,
In the desert, where it never ceased,
For in its breath, a story’s told,
Of endless sands and hearts of gold.