Shifting Sands of Time

Warm winds blow Their golden grain The sands not in charge Off their own domain These hills of sand Aeolian processes form Shifting at will In any desert sandstorm The shape of the dunes You see today Were not their shape Yesterday Crescentic, linear Star and dome Parabolic Dune shaped homes Masses of sand On our continents exist But where ever they are The wind persists Gobi, Namib To name but two These deserts of grain Golden yellow hue Drifting sands Whistle in rhyme But we will never stop The shifting sands of time