I like to think that sand dunes are snakes.
Their mission in life is to find blue lakes.
The sun doesn’t like them, it makes them hide,
The wind helps them move with their long stride.
All of the dunes in Sahara and Gobi
Travel to the sea to find them a new adobe.
The mountains work with the sun on this one,
Block their path, as for them it’s fun.
The dunes haven’t lost their hope, not yet,
Hopelessness is not a big threat.
They like the wind as it tickles their backs,
And at night they party to the max.
They also like it you surf down the sides,
You tickle them pink with each of your slides.
Some of the weak ones almost lost their hope,
But small humans sliding stopped their mope.
So, if you want to help an ancient creature,
Just find a sand surfing place and a teacher.