• In the land of endless sands
    i kneel down
    Nothing, but fine granules surround
    Time does not reach this purified dimension
    The seemingly frozen sky fades to a tie-dye illusion

    As the forever harvest moon appears high,
    An Aurora Borealis like phenomenon wraps itself around
    As if a ribbon of colors embraced the glowing orb round

    But my eyes gaze not at the pastel above
    They look toward the scene before me
    A crevice opens in the grained surface
    And a group of three shadows climb out
    A mother fox and her two baby kits

    In the strange multi-colored moonlight
    They look almost unreal, mere figments of my imagination
    the two kits, one black, one white
    play together as the mother, pale furred, nudges me with her small snout
    I pet her as she lays beside me, and we watch the two scamper about
    Then they stop and stare up at the sky in pure fascination

    I never forget these times
    In a place without crime
    Just beauty and peace
    All the stress I feel is always released
    Farewell, my dear little ones
    It's time for me to leave
    To the place, in stead of sand, filled with stones
    I embrace all three before standing and walking away
    Maybe I'll see them again someday.