I am an unbroken view, an arch stretching in front of my observer. Oft observed Left to right, which I take in stride, and captured by a shutters eye.

I am a whisper of hope, a phantom glimpsed through a mirage, a verdant deception born of thirst and sun-scorched sky. Though, my reality surpasses all that's dreamed, a life giving respite, where the parched soul is redeemed.

I dance with rage across the land, with swirling skirts of dust and sand. I have no feet, yet leave a trail, no voice, yet I roar. I vanish fast, but not before I knock on every house and door.

Stone and shadow, cold and deep, I cradle secrets that never sleep. Chains may rattle, and torches die, yet none leave once they wander by.

I’m neither a pit nor a hill, but I lie where the earth’s curves chill. Since ancient times, I’ve been carved by flow, Yet I’m not a path you walk to and fro. I gather the mist, the shadows, the dew, between two giants, I stay out of view.