The Sands Of Time. Poem by alan brown

The dunes wandered indiscriminately
about the barren land
As life itself lay dormant
beneath the golden sand

The winds of time forever blow
around the desert world
While singing words of ancient times
forever to be told,

The storm could be seen forming
in the distant sky
Was this a time of plenty
or was the threat of rain just a lie

A Bedouin looked up to the Sun
as a tear had left his eye
Was this a time for forgiveness
or just a time to cry.

Just then a drop of rain appeared
and hit the golden sand
And within a short time the flowers appeared
and changed the outlook of the land.

Now this was a time of plenty
and the Bedouin took his fill
As his Kammel Goats and horses
grazed upon a sandy hill.

But just then the Sun broke through the cloud
and dried the wetness out of the land
And turned the beautiful flowers
back into golden sand.

The Bedouin packed his tent away
to look for fertile land
An oasis had appeared that day
to give all life a hand

But now the time of plenty
had left his little world
But he knew that it would return again
a story to be told