Sand

I stand in a sun scoured desert.  All around me is unending sand, filled with yellow, brown and gold.  Nothing lives, yet there is life.  Life hidden, and ghosts flowing on the parched air.  Like the sun seeing all looking down at me, I see across leagues or dune and flat.  I feel so small, for both the land and sky seem to big, and I am both alone and one with the land.  I stretch my arm out and feel the weight of centuries these sands have blown across, of winds that have come and gone.  I am at peace, my heart is calm deep in my chest and deep in the earth.  I feel as if I had never been born but always have just been.  Breathe, and the winds breathe with me.  Stand, and the hills stand for hundreds of years more.