A Grain of Sand

The spring wrestled the grain of sand 
And scattered it free floating in the 
Whirlwind on natures’ crystal spring
A tiny bird swept in to sip a drink
A dazzled by the floating grain 
Tasted it and swallowed it and now
Airborne the grain of sand traveled
To a field of blueberries and flowers
And the bird now hungry ate of the 
Berries and some of the insects 
And excreted the grain of sand
And the skies opened and the rains
Came and the tiny grain of sand
Became lodged against a great rock
The sun came out and dried the 
Tiny grain of sand and it adhered
To the big rock and now it was no longer
A tiny grain of sand but a big rock
And if felt fulfilled and powerful 
And thankful and complete.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Wolf Avatar
August 25, 2020 at 9:17 PM
This is wonderful: Shel Silverstein for adults of all ages! Two thumbs way up, Kelli. A fulfilling journey! Sunlight and Serenity, Gershon
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September 24, 2023 at 7:00 PM
Thank you GW. Just saw your message
Tor Avatar
August 25, 2020 at 6:10 PM
Quite the journey for that grain you have captured. Enjoyed reading...
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September 24, 2023 at 7:00 PM
Thank you MT. Just saw your message
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August 8, 2020 at 11:30 AM
Quite true, nothing can be destroyed as it simply recycles into something else, e.g. an egg may become an omelette or part of a piece of cake. You are certainly on the right track! Aloha! Rico
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August 8, 2020 at 3:03 PM
Aloha Rico, yes indeed , especially in nature my energetic poetic compiler :)kelli
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August 7, 2020 at 9:36 PM
Kelli, this metaphoric write made me feel good all over; you have a deep theme going here. I think you could develop this into many other poems.
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August 8, 2020 at 6:03 AM
Thank you very much Caren, we hare having a drought in Massachusetts so I thought of sand, but indeed it has a life cycle as so many things in life :) kelli
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