Golden clouds sweep across the sky
A surge of dust that can’t deny
Wind picks up, fierce and warm
In the heart of a yellow storm
Through the haze, visions blur
Yet strength grows, sure and pure
In every gust, hope’s reborn
Riding high, the yellow storm
Dusty winds, a desert’s might
Whirling sand in morning light
Carving paths, shifting sands
Nature’s force in gentle hands
Golden particles dance and play
Carried far, so light, so brave
Underneath the dusty glow
New resilience starts to grow
Through the haze, visions blur
Yet strength grows, sure and pure
In every gust, hope’s reborn
Riding high, the yellow storm
Feel the rush, the amber wave
A stirring force, the land to save
Through the dust, new paths are made
In the storm, fears start to fade
From barren lands to distant shore
The yellow dust, forevermore
With each breath, courage forms
In the heart of the yellow storm
Hands reach out to touch the sky
In the swirl, dreams rise high
Through the storm, clear and warm
Hope endures, in yellow form
As dust settles, skies turn clear
But marks remain, memories near
Paths we walked in golden light
From the storm, a future bright