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A Tiny Grain of Sand Part 4

Breeze weakens, the wind release me a new path of life waits to be found
Your horizon of the sand is my past, out of view is my future we separate without a sound 
The invisible hand that carries me past the waters of blue weakens as I look around

Sights I see are unimaginable life in forms indescribable abound as I am welcomed to the ground 
 
I take my place, make my new home in their soil
This life and growth never seen in my time, surrounds me unspoiled
The wind my necessary savior, I continue here anew from their toil

From a desolate beginning, I am humble, in the presence of this new tranquility I recoil

I find others have arrived before me, look at what they have done 
From such a simple beginning in a sea of sand where life is so hard for everyone 
No one would ever think that from a land thought dead so much life could ever come 

I bring what little I was to this place because from me life begun 


I am a drop of rain, I cannot swim, the confessions I hear as my wind, their wind, the wind, approaches their clouds
I never dreamed I could fly, but here we meet, our differences collide, shared in our deserts of shrouds
To them their home must be just like a desert, each one so alike we are similar opposites our singular journey away from our crowds

Fears face the unknown to be brave changes nothing, this time we are alone it is all that it allows 


Our time seems endless, another day promised as the sun rises, we have always had our place here
Appearance of time and travel only show on sharp edges that in youth still appear
Worn away from wind, and in time the kiss of the clouds moved by the winds, our puppeteer

Thoughts of what is left behind are memories time will hide, once in this lifetime means in the next they may reappear


I am a grain that has left the sand, will they miss me, did they see me leave
The sights I’ve seen I could never return to tell the words escape me how could they believe
A tiny part of the land like the trillions of others called sand the transition a greatness to receive

The time spent where you were taken from is only as long as was needed to become the one you would never conceive 
 
I Envy the water the life it gives it cover so much like the land from my past                           
I envy the wind powering ships that sail the lakes and oceans so vast
I envy the birds as they own every sky they live on the winds and hunt so fast

Copyright © R William Standish | Year Posted 2020

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