In Sinai, where the earth meets the sky in an endless union,

A land stretches its arms, bare and unyielding,

Sands undulate in quiet rhythms,

A symphony orchestrated by the winds.

Here, time unfolds like an ancient scroll,

Etching tales upon shifting dunes,

Moments linger, suspended in the shimmering heat,

As if history itself breathes within the grains of sand.

The sun, a relentless master, paints the horizon,

Strokes of fiery hues embracing the day’s descent,

A celestial canvas ablaze with farewell,

Heralding the arrival of night’s celestial show.

Underneath this vast celestial dome,

Stars emerge, jewels scattered across an inky expanse,

Their shimmering light whispers secrets of the cosmos,

A timeless conversation echoing through the ages.

Amidst this arid expanse, life persists,

Adapting, resilient amidst the harsh embrace,

Silent creatures leave fleeting imprints,

A delicate dance in this rugged terrain.

In Sinai’s solitude, echoes of ancient footsteps resonate,

Legends and faith intertwined in the sands,

Mysteries linger, waiting to be unveiled,

In this timeless cradle where wonders never cease.

Sinai, where the heartbeat of the earth resonates,

A sanctuary of stillness and ancient whispers,

Where the desert whispers tales to the winds,

And eternity unfolds in each grain of sand.