A Tiny Grain of Sand

I envy the clouds I envy the trees I envy the worlds true creations I’ll never surpass   A mere speck of dirt a grain of sand my value means little after all I see Embarrassed by my insignificance lost with my idea of my identity I am braver now my fears are gone I have gone so far I can stand alone I face my destiny What I envy the most is the chance to achieve everything I was meant to be           Authored by R. William Standish Copyright 2020