Scorching heat greeted the eyes
Blazing was the sky
Under the roof of expanse
Lay the land
Filled with sand
Built on were dilapidated past
The story of a lineage
Or the glory of king
The tale of the architect
Or the marvel of craft
Reminiscing was me in my past
A place with visit of twice
Once too innocent to insight
Other bewildered by marvel
Yet scorching was the heat
Unlike past years
Cause global warming was high
The sand that swept my face
Told me the tales
Touching the sculptures
Witnessing the past
Living the experience of mankind
Scorching was the heat
Burning was the land
Under the vast sky
Me resting with my dreams beside