A Universe

A Universe It was quite simply a palm full of sand Playfully tossed into the air To be scattered by the wind Each grain of sand was like a little world Drifting through the air unperturbed And so unaware of its surroundings Sunlight danced off each grain As if each grain were significant Instead of dull and unremarkable The grains simply continued drifting Unable to change the course of their destiny As if invisible strings were tied to each But they knew not the nature of their existence And thus their existence was simply a means to an end Books written to begin and someday close These grains simply continued their drifting As long as the wind kept carrying them But they thought not of the wind And they surely thought not of the impending end When the wind would die down and the gale Would simply become a whisper The burden of the grains would become too much And the grains would lose what granted them life Falling into the unknown Falling into the oblivion of my eyes Where they would be wiped away with annoyance Never once thought of again