Endless River.

Echoes from a distant cry

Kept on mellowing acorss the sands

the lands that kept on moving,

With the changes in the winds

Everything that lost its path,

Though my empty graunal sands

Souls that missed their sight of light,

End less to my vivid paths

Kept walking on this littoral lands,

Ends that meet to a loop

Of endless possibilities,

that came had never left again

deathelss to tetranal dreams,

At the edge of the sun

Moving down the endless run,

Another tale that's left unsung.

Picture courtesy: telegraph.co.uk