Like a burning phoenix, the sun spreads its wings of fire
The desert becomes more desert, the sand is like embers
The village is poor, but the people offer a smile and some food
You are never a stranger, you are a traveller they want to hear your story
The millet hay is stored in the trees for lack of barns
Clouds drift in the sky, keeping their water to themseles
Time has stopped, or is it running back to the biblical days ?