Waters of Sanguine 3

Waters Of Sanguine 3 Dark yellow sands, coarse, raw in nature, sweeps the landscape Their dome shape dunes and mountains in the thousands Reach for miles high Clear vision for over fifty miles to the horizon in each direction Gives an idea of the planet’s size It must be gigantic with low density and mass Pastel pink orange sky stretches to infinity above and up A fragrance in the air is detected with hints of saffron Bright silver waters settle on this silent planet Somehow out of place Distant solid small bold sun casts its red eye on all No creatures, no vegetation, no soul to this dead world Plenty of sand swirls around the globe Though no life at all, it is a friendly place Bearable gravity, breathable thin air, temperate worldwide I landed months ago low on provisions Actually it was a crash My space craft broke in two But who is there to listen Surviving solely on Sanguine’s silver waters With clear tones of cinnamon and lavender Rich in minerals and taste, it keeps me living There is nothing here to eat Void of trees and people Exploration and discovery is all I do No one knows my situation or location on this desert orb I walk for miles every day but must return to drink If you've seen one sand dune you've seen them all And endless grains all look the same Only the water here is my friend Keeping me alive What kind of life is this Simply to survive To wake up every day to watch the sand And do it all again till every grain is counted My thirst for life is running dry