THE GRAIN OF SAND
RUNS AND STOPS,
JUMPS AND HOPS,
SETTLES IN DUST,
MEDDLES IN CRUST,
THE GRAIN OF SAND,
THAT FILLS OUR LAND.
NAKED ARE EYES,
CANT SEE WHAT LIES,
BENEATH THE LIES.
THAT LAY ON GROUND,
THE BEAUTIFUL ROUND,
THE GRAIN OF SAND,
THAT FILLS OUR LAND
observant perception,
CAN SEE IN PERFECTION,
THE MELODRAMA ON EARTH,
AND ROMANCE IN MIRTH,
WITH MUSIC OF AIR,
THAT FILLS EVERYWHERE,
IN UNISON,IN DANCE,
IN SOUL, IN TRANCE,
IN JUST ONE GLANCE,
WITH THE GRAIN OF SAND,
THAT FILLS OUR LAND