“Alas, my friend.” He looks at me. “Our time has come to move with ease. I know that I abandoned you. I know of what I put you through. I ask for your forgiveness now. To be your friend, if you allow. Our journeys I have sorely missed The joy, the fun, I’ve reminisced. So let us travel through the night That Our Lord decreed has been our right. Unbind yourself, release your chain The time has come for nature’s reign. “No longer hampered by the sound Of concrete drilling in the ground. Of dirt bikes plowing through the sand Of oil billowing in the land.” Is this true? Can this really be? Can the northern wind be truly free?
I hesitate and then I shift Into a form to travel swift. If this is true, then I must see
The world for what it’s meant to be A world where nature runs its course Where winds can truly use their force. Unbroken by the trucks and cars Free to roam the lands of Qatar I move, I breathe, I dance with ease The warmth my friend gives balances me.
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