“Desert Waltz”

“Desert Waltz” depicts the Joshua trees standing like ancient dancers, their arms lifted toward a sky brushed with gold and blue. The desert seems to move with them — a timeless dance through wind, starlight, and burning sun.

DESERT WALTZ

Beneath the burning sun, where the desert breathes,
The Joshua trees stand, like old prophets’ dreams.
Their arms reach wide, to the painted sky,
Guardians of time, as the ages pass by.

This is the Desert Waltz, where the wild wind sings,
Through the bones of the earth, and the roots of kings.
They’ve danced for centuries, where the stars ignite,
In the endless waltz of day to night.

Mojave whispers tell of trials they’ve known,
Survivors of storms, where no soft rain is shown.
Through dust and fire, they bend, not break,
Holding the secrets that the ancients make.

This is the Desert Waltz, where the wild wind sings,
Through the bones of the earth, and the roots of kings.
They’ve danced for centuries, where the stars ignite,
In the endless waltz of day to night.

Some say they’re spirits from a world long gone,
Shadows of creatures who still live on.
Each branch a prayer, each bloom a flame,
Calling the desert by its sacred name.

This is the Desert Waltz, where the wild wind sings,
Through the bones of the earth, and the roots of kings.
The Joshua trees keep the desert alive,
In the waltz where the ancient and future survive.

Golden clouds scatter, the sky turns blue,
The dance continues, forever true.
In the Desert Waltz, the earth still sways,
Through endless nights and burning days.