A Grain of Sand.

I lie on the beach.....caressed by a breeze the salt from the ocean a constant tease. Though I repose all day... and watch tumbling waves play I occupy myself in many other ways . I warm the feet of passersby, give rest to the weary... if only for a time. I build sand castles.....a child's delight on my heart is imprinted the footprints of time. I give color to the landcape......and shape to the bay though the tide doth tease me only for a while it stays.. then go its merry way. I bury little ones up to their necks each day fill their buckets and watch them play. I tickle the sunbather, get into his towels his shorts , his shoes , his eyes and nostrils but I'm catapulted into the breezes each time he sneezes. If truth be told......I never grow old only more beautiful each day with the wind at my back.....the sun on my face. Welcoming ,exciting.... I'm a wonderful place. In large numbers I slip through the fingers of one hand Yet I began only as a grain of sand.