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