The Arab and His Camel

In the golden embrace of dawn's first light,
An Arab rides forth, heart filled with delight.
His faithful companion, a creature so grand,
With swaying humps that grace the desert land.

Through dunes that dance like waves of the sea,
They journey together, wild and free.
The camel, a ship on this sandy expanse,
Bears stories of ages, of fate and chance.

With sun-bleached robes and a turban of white,
The Arab whispers tales, both ancient and bright.
He speaks of the stars that guide his way,
And the moon's silver glow at the close of the day.

The wind carries secrets, a soft, gentle sigh,
As the vastness of space stretches under the sky.
The grains of sand glitter, a tapestry spun,
Each grain holds a whisper of battles once won.

In the market, the scents of spice fill the air,
Laughter and chatter blend with the prayer.
He barters and trades, with wisdom and grace,
Each transaction a dance, each smile a trace.

But beyond the bazaars, where silence reigns,
He finds solace in nature, where stillness remains.
The oasis calls softly, a promise so sweet,
With water so pure, where the wanderers meet.

Beneath the palm’s shade, he takes a deep breath,
Reflecting on life, on love, and on death.
The camel beside him, a guardian true,
Their bond forged in journeys, in skies ever blue.

Together they wander, through storm and through sun,
An Arab and his camel, two souls become one.
In the heart of the desert, where dreams intertwine,
Their legacy echoes, eternal, divine.