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
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