The rarity of grains of sand, a wonder to behold,
A beauty in simplicity, a story untold.
So small and yet so abundant, a paradox divine,
A symbol of life, a truth we can't confine.
Some say a grain is rare, a treasure to possess,
Others say it's everywhere, a common stress.
It all depends on perspective, a point of view,
The rarity of grains of sand, a subjectivity that's true.
For a desert dweller, it's a scarcity to find,
A precious commodity, a treasure of the mind.
For a beachcomber, it's an endless sea,
A sea of possibilities, a place to be free.
So, hold onto your grains of sand, my friend, with grace,
For their rarity is subjective, a treasure of each place.
In a world of endless wonders, they're a reminder still,
That rarity is in the eye of the beholder, a truth that always will.
About the Creator
Allan M
Aspiring creative writer with a passion for storytelling. Always eager to learn and grow, seeking opportunities to develop my skills and gain experience in the field.
A Digital Pandemic.
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