Oh little grain
of sand,
Where do you come from?
From mountains
high where marauding winds
Give you
shape and form.
From river
beds where flowing streams
Kiss you
noon and morn.
From erratic
waves that crush and grind
To whittle
down your strength,
From sea
gales fierce where blowing gusts
Sweep you
across lengths.
Millenniums pass
unwatched, unseen
None to see
you change,
One by one
you gather force
Size for
might exchange.
As desert
storm you fiercely rise
To obliterate
known worlds,
By the seas
you live and breathe
Wiping prints
with swirls.
Mountains,
oceans, rivers, rocks
Hide in your
tiny form,
You live a
life full and long
From dead of
night to morn.
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