Whispers of the wind,
Carry across chasms,
Leaving lines etched on folds of sand,
Marking out the relief of dunes,
Steps, carved out in the shape of sand-snakes,
Traversing vast deserts;
Bearing imprints of the echo,
Left by the cries of the earth,
Leaving their mark,
Like reverberations of experience,
Casting lines of wisdom to adorn your face,
Gradually increasing their relief,
As you age.