Ever changing scenery
The desert bathed in pale moonlight.
Seems to be waiting patiently.
The wind that blows throughout the night
Can sculpt the sand dunes stealthily.
The sun will rise at break of day
Upon a subtly altered scene.
It's not the same as yesterday
Or any day there’s ever been.
Each new day is different
from any day that's gone before.
A long established precedent
I'm sure will last for evermore.
The sands moving constantly
By night in total secrecy.
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