Grains of Sand

Cast upon the driftwood shores I looked upon the sea one hundred billion grains of sand and one of them is me Thrown about with the tides of life the grains of sand do move to wash upon a distant shore and its worth to prove So much movement seems a waste until you look behind that every grain of sand you touch may have changed it's mind Some the gentle tides bring in and some come in the storm and when the seas become calm a new life may be born My heart may be a shadow by others naught be seen My touch may change another and bring new life into being Oh storm rage and turn another page how can you ever your effects to gauge COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC