Grain of Sand

Time will tell, as sand drifts away,

One day, to return and settle,

Once, where humans lay,

No matter where the hands of the clock,

Hands playing timeless lyre,

Ticking by, as lies by bright lit fire,

Grains, settling into the universe,

A piece of matter, never better,

Its brother’s and sisters, in unknown numbers,

Drifting across our deserts a’flare,

Blowing this way, that way, zigging through our atmosphere,

Digging down in hurry,

Racing to be, part of the collective cloud.

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