As I look down into the screen of sand
I see once cragged mountains beaten to dust
Each carved by water and sun
Dusten mounds with only traces
Those creased ridges that arose
I feel the youth that is mine
Such a short span of life
But a day to the earth
Man even in his thus far
Still fails to take the final victory
Over the earth's battling sands
That combat his bridling effort
The endless bronzen carpet
It streams far beyond limited vision
To the awe of the most experinced mortal men
The bronzen carpet glows brilliantly in the sun
The sun returns it in a glorious smiling brilliance