The Dunes of White Sands...

for White Sands National Monument I float through a vast ocean of white sand, gliding slowly over the dancing dunes, some rise gently against the purple mountain backdrop, some tower steeply, ruling the barren waves, I am called to soar above them... Quiet, the air is silent in the evening sun, as clouds mimic the sparkling hills, and the Earth holds her breath, in awe at her own beauty... I stretch my arms out to the sides, and trustfully fall backwards, embraced by the soft, warm dunes, cradling my dreams with their lullabies, I am an infant of the sand spirits... Man can come and man can go, and the surrounding mountains may crumble, but the dunes will last forever, as these are the sands of time...