The wind picks up, the earth begins to change
Dunes, so massive, they stir, they rearrange
The golden sun is lost in golden skies
And racing the storm a desert child flies
Feathers sprout not from her sand-flecked sides
Rather, it is her hooves upon which she glides
Though without wings she's a pegasus still
Untouched by man is her iron will
With proud head and unbridled manner
Arrogance boasts, silky tail its banner
Inhaling, exhaling; life so dear
She lengthens her stride; the mountains draw near

Sand chaser, storm racer, never relent
Drinker of the wind, sup your heart's content