Sand in the house

The house starting to break down

A desert storm

A desert tide

A storm of sand

A storm of death

No hope to spare

But the golden brown sand

Is all that is left

Explores come through

Looking im awe

At the historical event

Even knowing the tragedy

If the sand

But they explore

With their footprints

Nothing to despair

But the storm comes again

And leaves the same

Nothing new

Nothing same