Alison the Camel

Through golden dunes and endless sand,
Walks Alison, proud and grand.
Her hump is high, her pace is slow,
Yet steady as the breezes blow.

Her coat is soft, a dusty hue,
The color of the desert view.
She knows the paths, both old and new,
Beneath the sky so vast and blue.

She hums a tune, a camel's song,
As she wanders all day long.
Through heat and storms, she does not stray,
A queen of dust, she leads the way.

At twilight, when the sun dips low,
Her shadow stretches, long and slow.
She finds her rest, the stars shine bright—
Alison dreams of endless night.