Grains of Sand

The morning's gray light offers a wonder With red ribbons from dawn to underscore Rays first soft light splits the night asunder The moon's high tide comes rushing to the shore The horizon a line to measure sight Is caught beneath glows from a rising mass Turns black to light gray from burning the night Etching an image on the ocean's glass Here is where man's vision tries to discern The vastness of space while facing the Earth And finding the smallness of his concerns Measuring the conundrum of his birth Bewildered, lost trying to understand Waves toss to shore another grain of sand