Dunes of June

Leaving no trace of steps taken by those who dare chase their dreams An unforgiving extreme of frozen Europa and charred, dried streams A meandering maze of an ever-changing, ever-moving landscape A manifestation once entered, none can dare escape Memories carried on a breeze from distant land and seas Sad goodbyes to vibrancies of land once fertile with possibilities A nation born from beaming a light of hope thorough a prism Now harming a tune of gloom like the prophet of doom A sprout in the shade of a stone from a dormant seed A sleeping giant poised to give rise to an ever-green forest Like miracle dewdrops in the midst of a drought Prosper and unite into rivers that flow with might Beware the scorpions buried like landmines in the sand Unstep the old flag and not to step onto quicksand Take stock at the summit lest you go around in circles Remember the 176 back in ’76 and strive for success