Jordanian Itinerancy

Across lands of streets, stone and desert A breeze in a waltz for trees to avert, I flow with the freedom of a river in a bay Across mountains and winds with passion I sway From the historical Petra, upon the purity of its sands To the salty waters of the Dead Sea, prosperity in hands At height upon its mountains, O’ Allah I pray Embellished with the sunset of Wadi Rum, nature sleeps to allay I mosey upon its Rabyeh streets, accompanied by its tender gust I inhale the freshness of its varying cuisine, filled with utter lust Gazing at its marvel in a background of family mirth Across my Grand Ma’s balcony, Jordan fills the earth