The Archeologist

Desert winds
And blowing sands
In lands of flowing time

Hidden under
People lost
It almost seems a crime

Who were they
And where’d they go
Those who are no more

Dig down deep
And look around
These lands we now explore

We try to learn
What they knew
Wisdom from the past

How they lived
And how they died
From little things that last

Pieced together
We may see
Though dimly at their lives

Maybe we
Will be like them
When future sand arrives