Sandy, gritty, empty, vast
Full of memories of the past
Lost to time and lost to space
Seen before yet unknown place

Branches, thorns, roots, maybe leaves,
Covering each spot that gives,
Full of life and of decay,
Eat leftovers, soak up day

Rusty, moldy, broken down,
Sometimes blue but mostly brown,
Used to work and used to play
Daily duties couldn't stay

Worried, stubborn, dead but free
To walk miles or not to be,
How to think and how to breathe,
Body is becoming stiff

Circling, gawking, hungry growl,
Sand collapses like a bowl,
One with you and one with me,
Look around it's plain to see