The Stories in the Sand

Oh, the sand beneath our feet,

A canvas for the stories we meet,

It shifts and moves with each passing breeze,

As it whispers secrets to the seas.

The grains of sand, so tiny and light,

Yet they hold the stories of day and night,

Of footsteps taken and moments shared,

And the memories of those who once were there.

Each grain holds a story unique,

Of love and loss and moments sweet,

As they form the shapes and patterns we see,

Revealing the tales of our history.

The sand, it is a timekeeper,

Of moments cherished and forgotten forever,

As it erodes and changes over time,

It reminds us of the journey of our lifeline.

From the deserts to the shores,

The sand holds the secrets of what came before,

It tells of the journeys we've taken,

And the memories that we've forsaken.

So let us walk upon the sand with care,

And take a moment to stop and stare,

At the stories that lie beneath our feet,

And the secrets that the sand will always keep.