The man falls on the ground.
He lifts his head up to a crackling sound.
Glowing fires come into view.
He sees his native camp, saved from the harsh winds that blew.
The thing that makes his journey worthwhile;
the camels were following him mile after mile.
He brings them back to his bustling home;
deals are made in gold, under a yurt’s cloth dome.
Here we end our story, with a happy nomad.
Camels, villagers and wild cats are not sad:
over many mountains old,
plains hilly and forests cold.
