Oh, desert eveningsong:
Your silence envelopes her like a cool gray morning mist,
Peeping into each crevice of her mind,
Cleansing each path along the way.
An opiate for her harried spirit.

Surround her with your quietude:
Your presence so omnipotent,
Bring to her a peace that could only be shattered by
The resounding echo of a teardrop falling.
Your gentleness so soothing
It might only be rivaled by a flock of angels
Beating their wings upon the breeze.

Fill every pure with the sweet nectar of your melody.

Lift her soul to refreshing heights.

Be the harbinger of her renewed spirituality!