Dez

Sand and ash swirl all around

Wild and chaotic without a sound

This storm seems normal but

Somethings not right

Even in the face of danger

There is no fright

Suddenly a voice begins to say

You are witnessing birth and not decay

At the center of the storm a light takes shape

Making copper and gold from the sandy landscape

The voice explains creation is at hand

A soul is being born for this desolate land

The gods don’t start from a mothers womb

Instead rise up out of a desert tomb