"Sand"

The lawless dust of land. It blows in dunes, it moves like snow.
It flies around, the desert land.
It zips away, from open hand.
It flies around, to foregin man.
It thwirls about forever glad.
It thwirls about, never sad.
Around mankinds ruins.
around desert bones.
All around us, there it blows.
We can do naught, but gasp in awe.
For sand is of eternal age.
From the moutains, to the seas,
Sand will forever, haunt thee.
yes, sand and stone and rock alike,
Forever dwindling to winds might.
Forever voyaging, into open dreams.
Forever moving, time. It seems.
The sands go by
as ages pass.
The sands go by
In ages lost.
The sands are there, forever, mind.
The sands are there, so be so kind.
To let it flow, to let it go, watch the ever mighty flow.
Take your heed, and kneel in awe,
Sand will surely, fill your grave.
Sand will seeth, to open heart.
Sand will see, what stops a dart.
Sand will never go away, as long as mighty moutains stay.
In the Eternal winds they blow,
and now this poet must go go go.
To end the poem, yet with grace,
Heres a final escapade.
Sand in your hair.
Sand in your feet.
Your probably standing, at the beach. "