The sand cloud will prevent us from seeing the truth.
The harsh winds will blow in every direction to lead us off course.
The climb, slow and hard with every step, sometimes sinking, trying to put one foot in front of the other,
Our eyes blinded by the scorching sun,
The clouds that whirl and twirl,
The dryness and soars of being beaten and battered,
As we tremble and shake,
In search for water,
A droplet of rain,
To quench our thirst,
A sign of life,
In an oasis filled with the essence,
Of beauty, of love and of Joy.
A choice, the Power lies within the Sand of Time and Oasis of Peace.