Sand

Sand, so soft and fine,

A symbol of time, that flows like a line,

A sign of serenity, and peace,

Sand, a natural work of art, that will never cease.

With grains that shift, and change with the tide,

A reminder of the earth's natural pride,

A sight to behold, with every step,

Sand, a natural wonder, that will never be kept.

But sand can also be a reminder,

Of the fleeting nature of time,

A reminder that life is but a moment,

And like sand, it can slip through our hands, with a silent comment.

So let us cherish the sand,

With its beauty, and its transience,

For it reminds us to live in the present,

And make the most of the time, with presence.