The Sands Of The Sea

Once again I walked along the sandy shore,
But this time it was quite different than ever before.

I pushed my foot gently into the soft warm sand,
And slowly reached down and did the same with my hand.

I noticed something special about the sand along the beach,
And it gave me a new perspective on things as I did reach.

I wondered if each and every grain of sand had its own purpose,
Even the dark sand beneath the surface.

I felt a slight tingling sensation as it squished between my toes,
Despite having a rough week, this feeling seemed to take away my woes.

Then I had a similar experience with my fingers, but it was also contrasting,
I will never forget that moment. It will be eternal. It will be everlasting.

There was just something about the way that my fingers did touch,
It was different than my toes, and the excitement in me was almost too much.

It was the same exact sand that I had felt before,
But this time it had me wanting much more.

I continued to squish my fingers and my toes against the sand,
The excitement, the thrill, the energy, was anything but bland.

It was almost too simple, but also overwhelmed me,
And I thought to myself, “How could this be?”

I realized that all my life I had focused on the entire coast,
But maybe it was the small sands of life that should have driven me the most.

It is easy to take a look at the an entire picture in front of my eyes,
But it was in every small stroke, in its design, that the true beauty lies.

It was that vision of the artist that truly understands the masterpiece,
He knows the exhilaration that it gave him, even if within others it will cease.

Just as the artist has painted his perfect picture, it can also be destroyed in a moment,
But in can never take away the portrait within him that creating it sent.

Such in life, this will be forever true,
It is the smallest of things that make up what is inside you.

You see, without the smallest of elements in each work,
Neither would the birth of the greatest wonders begin to perk.

So every time I walk on the beach, and until my last breath of air,
The truth within the sands of the sea I will bear.

Even if I will never know each of them by name,
From within the knowledge they have given me, my life will never be the same.

Each grain of sand makes up the entire beach,
And today within me the truth of the sands of the sea did reach.