Across the horizon
The dunes appear endless
Bedouins travel freely
Communities from caravansI am in the sea with no ships
The nectars are bountiful
Its essence nurtures me
For the desert is honestI set sight on the Nile
Gracious for its oasis
Yet I cannot move
As I have my rootsThe bedouins know of me
They fear my thorns
But lust for my core
Best of luck, I say
