The reddish sands sweep
through the hot, arid air of
the ancestors land

The people lived southeast, on
sands of many hues
lived as water, earth, wind, beast

In harmony with
all around them, many sought
to destroy their land

And the ways in which they lived
served them not in the
volatile, envy fuelled rage

The landscape was left
charred and marred, the many hues
lost, forever gone

Earth cried out to its
people but its sad
mournful wails fell unto deaf ears