The Land of the Sahara Desert

Long ago, when the deserts bloomed like an oasis,

Streaming with life and home,

Beautiful arcs of clear fresh water,

A prestigious place for Mother Nature to hone.

The sun flares, shining its rays from the dark sky,

Reflecting through the golden sand.

The large scorpions rummage and scatter,

Stranded people of mankind seek the earth,

And tents rise near the last water sources

Life in the sand region

Is harsh and dry.

Unlike the old sweet memory of what used to be

The land of the Sahara.