Salt

I am the balance of the earth In seas and oceans you taste my strength Yet I am weak and quickly melt condensed Between salty tears and mans fears On sweaty brows that climb up stairs I am down to earth and have no airs I am pain when added to a wound I come in lumps or in grains And even run through your veins. A mound a dash or even a sprinkle I can liven up what you eat with a twinkle I have the ability to rule or ruin I am completely at your command I am easily managed and in demand. I stand apart from my sister sugar sweet. And act as a preservative for your meat. 23.2.2021 Sponsor: Anthony Biaanco.