The leathery lord of the sun-scorched plains,
With eyes that hold wisdom in desert rains.
He treads on the sand, a silent machine,
A ship in the dunes, where the wind has been keen.
His hump, a proud mountain, a fortress of fat,
A reservoir storing where water is at.
His lashes like curtains, shielding his sight,
From sandstorms that rage in the merciless light.
He kneels with a groan, a weathered old king,
As nomads draw water, the desert life's spring.
His breath, a hot whisper, a sigh in the heat,
A patient companion, with tireless feet.
He carries their burdens, their dreams, and their fears,
Across endless landscapes, through sun-drenched years.
A loyal companion, a friend to the end,
The leathery lord, till his journey transcends.
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