The deserts burning sun.

It’s sheen that shines about.

The heat unbearable.

The sun a-gleaming.

The sand crunchy under my feet.

It’s grains warm from said sun.

Scratching roughly between my toes.

Wishing it could be damp with water.

The sky a blue strip,

Of wonder and pride.

Never ending for as long as time,

Till the sun falls and the moon rises.

The moon a large white sphere.

Shining almost yellow.

Making the desert temperature cold.

But the sand cool and welcoming.

The night brings out creatures.

Full of curiosity and wonder.

Skittering and scattering all about.

Hiding in burrows for the next day bout.

But with darkness, also brings demons,

Made of sand and paste.

Silently scathing, waiting, catching meals.

Eyes, red as blood, looking for their next meal.