There’s magic in a desert night. When stars fall down to human height;
I filled my pockets, filled my hands, and more stars fell upon the sands.
The gentle breeze that shook the sky sent starry windfalls sailing by,
And whirlwinds scuffling on the ground, kicked stars into a silver mound.
Despite this bounty in my clutch, millions more were there to touch —
The desert night must play a trick, hanging stars low down to pick!