SAND RAH

I made a Rah of sand
My Sandra did fly
Like a kite
Without a thread on her.

In the skies
Sun Rah was pleased
Because in faith
It could fly about
The sandiness of sand
Without a nest
Going along with her

Because Sandra was not simply sand
And could fly about
Far and wide
Beyond many seas and sights
Jerusalem
Being with her
In a borderless space
And could grapple with claws so large
And pick up a lamb
Off its feet.