The Song of Sand

**The Song of Sand**

Between my fingers, soft and fine,

The grains of sand slip through in line.

Each tiny piece, a world untold,

Of deserts vast and beaches bold.

It whispers secrets of the shore,

Of waves that lap forevermore.

The winds may shift, the tides may play,

Yet sand will never cease to stay.

It builds great castles tall and grand,

Then crumbles back into the land.

A fleeting moment in the hand,

Eternal in the sea of sand.

In dunes that rise and fall with grace,

The sand will find its quiet place.

Though storms may scatter, winds may blow,

The sand endures in endless flow.

A timeless dance beneath the sky,

Where earth and ocean meet and fly.

The sand, it sings a gentle song,

Of time that flows but won’t belong.