A Tiny Grain of Sand Part 1

A Tiny Grain of Sand   Look at me, look at me, look at me                A tiny grain of sand on a beach without a sea       Surrounded by millions of billions that look just like me A desert as far as I can ever see            I’m just a little grain living in an endless sea of sand I can travel yet I have no feet I have no hands Am I trapped here without a purpose planned I move through my world at others command The breeze has found me and places me at the stone lion’s feet I can see three Pyramids of might stand proud backed in summers heat The winds swirl me in circles up up up I go I dance in natures heartbeat As I am lifted, a short distance I have drifted wind-assisted new grains are here to meet There are other grains brought to me by the distant winds hand They speak of an oasis from this distant land  I now know there is more to the grains more to the sand  Their tales unfold and inspire me the shape of their edges speaks of travels unplanned   Look closer, closer and then closer still   From a distance, we look the same and on the outside always will   I take a place in the sand and a search for a purpose to fulfill   My future hides from me but wants to be part of something bigger would be a thrill Equality in appearance a moving carpet rebel as one might  Individuals disguised in plain sight We reflect an outward appearance projected by light One grain represents the impression of all is our fight Sands of the Sahara is all I know as home I’ve seen unbelievable sights from my place on the ground civilizations grown I have seen mankind advance suffer loss and disappear and are left alone Their meetings can be violent blood spills we receive them as the overthrown A force or reason unseen brought them here they carry mistrust  Their hands create images of their worship made from us  they will disappear over time without care monuments return to dust  We witness their decline and secrets entrust