The desert wind speaks death,
No violence on its breath,
In fear of seeming sad,
Calm will the zephyr add.
Great works the wind has seen,
The failure and the dream,
Now thermals shape its path,
No physics makes no wrath.
Invisibly complex,
Its self-prophetic hex,
Is testament today,
That chaos yields a way.
Now hear its diatribe,
Reality described,
No violence on its breath,
So desert wind speaks death.