In the heart of the Sahara, under the golden veil, Sand dunes like the waves, whispering ancient tales. Daylight kisses the earth, with its fierce, scorching blaze, Yet, in this harsh wilderness, beauty also lays. When the moon ascends, and the sun descends, The desert cools, and the nighttime descends. Stars sprinkled overhead, a canvas of sheer delight, As the desert morphs, in the tranquil twilight. Heat contrasts with cold, daylight with the night, An endless sea of sand, bathed in pale moonlight. In this vast, brooding land, where time seems to lose its pace, The Sahara sings her song, with elegance and grace. [outro][end]
