Shifting Sands

Shifting sands, ever changing with the always steady beating of the planets heartbeat. Patterns dynamic in their structure always different, never the same again carried on the wings of the wind and its passing whim. Hills and valleys dot the landscape flat lands going nowhere lead ever onward. Tiny grains of sand alone are naught but infinitesimal specks but together they can be mighty indeed. Life abounds in this ever changing universe with times passing it continues to fight in order to survive its sandy domain. To exist at it is/was destined too is the only truth it knows. Grains of sand mark the passing of time minutes, hours, moving ever onward with the shifting of sand, never to be retrieved. Where it begins no one seems to know its ending a mystery as well is the end the beginning, or is the beginning the end?