Through the sands we glide along,
A ship exploring desert song,
A planet dry, with dunes so grand,
A barren land, a scorching land.

The sun beats down with fiery rays,
As we traverse this sandy maze,
A land of dust, a land of heat,
A harsh terrain, beneath our feet.

But still we press on, with hope in heart,
For what secrets does this desert chart?
A hidden oasis, a precious find,
Or ancient ruins, left behind.

The ship's engines hum with power,
As we journey hour by hour,
The desert's secrets we will uncover,
With each step, a new discovery to discover.

Through the dunes, we make our way,
A ship exploring a desert day,
A land of harshness, a land of might,
But still we search, into the night.

Ship created as a air-earth transport for crew from larger ships. Sometimes used for low range reconnaissance.

Ship design concept by AI, created and elaborated upon by me. Poetry By chatGPT

Part of the KYVSA/KlaraLabs Universe