SAND
How beautiful, is the sand.
That slips thru, the minds ov man.
Delicate, to the touch
Thru time, it's in a rush.
Drifting thru, the sands ov mystery.
I come unto my life, with the strides Ov history.
Castles ascend, on the visions ov men.
So let life grow, with no extent.