Washed Sand
Who am I that stain the sand
Whose every footprint mark this land
For as my breath invites the day
In idle thoughts I drift away
I gaze behind to see my path
As in real time the sea it laps
But when at last in full retreat
I search to find my footprints neat
The sand is smooth like as before
It’s then I know I’m nothing more
Than just a grain of sand
For who am I that breaks the corn
As through its passage I am borne
Whose very motion in display
Pushes all the husks away
Who answers not to every breeze
And seems to wander as he please
Until at last I look behind
At waving corn again to find
My path is closed from every view
It’s then I know it’s nothing new
I’m just a husk of corn
For who am I that parts the sky
To dance with clouds as they pass by
Who’s every shout like thunder roars
To lighten up the nights applause
I savour each and every sigh
As birds upon the mist drift by
And snowy flakes in spinning curl
Release a whiteness to unfurl
But where am I in all these things
Did nature really give me wings
Its then I know without surprise
As I look back across the skies
I’m just a drop of rain
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